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Let Me Show You {B.B.}

Summary: You wanted to know what your mobster boyfriend did, lucky for you he’s more into show then tell. 

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.4K 

Warnings: Smut, 18+, thigh riding, choking, fingering, knife kink, implied violence (not to the reader)

A/N: Drabble day Wed, unbetad, I’ll fix any mistakes later. Requested part 2 of this fic.  

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“What did you do, Bucky?”

 Each word laced with unbridled skepticism. The sound of your boss’s voices playing in your mind, his too cheerful tone unable to mask the undercurrent of fear. During the brief conversation, the air of smugness radiating off your boyfriend was impossible to ignore, as your boss told you to sleep in and show up whenever you felt like it. He had been nice to you and he’s never nice to you.

Which leads you back to your original question.

“What did you do?” 

Bucky leans back in the oversized russet leather chair, placing his phone on the mahogany end table beside several knives situated around his orange juice. Spreading his long legs, he pats his knee. “Come here and I’ll show you what I did,” he winks, a devious glint in his eyes. 

You look down at your screen, eyes flickering over at him. His hand on his knee, a cocky grin forming on his plush lips. His sharp jaw hidden under his beard. 

Bucky Barnes in formal wear is dangerous, his tall, muscular body made for the expensive hand-stitched three pieces suits he wears outside of the house. 

 But Bucky Barnes in nothing but a pair of form-fitting black briefs stretched around his thick hair-covered thighs is deadly. Heat pooling in your core when he rolls his shoulders back, his abs flexing with each movement. 

“Unless you want to go to work today,” he teases, what he has planned for you better than working. 

 He spreads his legs a little more, intentionally dragging his hand up his thigh, your eyes captivated, helplessly drawn to the hardening bulge, “C’mere Doll,” he groans, breathy, needy for you.

So needy for you, thoughts of your tight pussy clamped around his cock repeating over in his head on a loop.  As if he didn’t just have you hours ago, sweaty and begging under him, tangled in sheets until he granted you mercy, finally letting you cum, part of you astounded your high-pitched cries didn’t shatter the windows. 

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This is the most beautiful thing I read in my entire existance, and with video games playing in the background. I’m literally in tears rn 😭😭💖💖

Celestial

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky thinks you must be made of light; the stars are always brighter when he’s looking at them through your eyes. 

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: A little bit of angst

a/n: So excited for this one!! This is also my entry for @thefanbasewhore​‘s 2k writing challenge! I used the prompt “you look so good.” Congrats on 2k 💙!!

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In his worst moments—the ones where he lost himself—Bucky could only remember the dark. He would be woken up by nightmares filled with nothingness; voids sucking him in and taking, taking, taking until he was nothing but the shell that Hydra hoped he would be. Turning on the light by his bed did very little to comfort him. The darkness was not physical. 

Sometimes, he would get in the elevator alone and be transported to the pitch-black cells he was kept in. His muscles would twitch as if remembering the way he would wave his hands in front of his eyes, desperate to see motion—desperate to see anything. He always missed his floor when that happened. 

And when the lights flickered on the television, his friends gathered together on the couch, Bucky couldn’t help but think about the surgical lamps that put him to sleep. Darkness would envelop him as liquids were pumped into his system, prepping him to operate on things he couldn’t see. He would wake up some time later feeling more detached than he was before, more dark. He could never get through an entire movie with the team. 

But the night sky was a kind of darkness Bucky could manage. It was never totally dark, not in the way Hydra wanted it to be. They wanted it to cloak the Winter Soldier; hide him from targets and allow him to sneak by undetected. The small dots that lit up the sky put a wrench in that plan, forever illuminating him, even if just a little. Bucky always kept that small defiance close to him, a secret between him and the moon. 

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I— I don’t even have the words for this

I’TS SO GOOD OMG 😫 😵‍💫

IM TOTALLY OBSESSED WITH YOU ARE SO AMAZING WHAAAAT

What if Bucky and the reader are in a relationship and he finds out he’s really into being a pleasure dom and wants to try it with the reader? 👀

Pleasure Dom Bucky, yes please 😩 you just know that mf would take such good care of you after a long stressful week. Honestly, this one took me a hot minute to write because I had to do some research for it lmao, I hope it’s okay!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 5.6k

Summary: You have a terribly long week at work so Bucky helps you relax

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it pls), PleasureDom!Bucky, sub reader, pet names, praise kink, degradation, size kink, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, oral (f receiving), somnophilia (done with consent established previously), daddy kink, the dog tags make an appearance, mention of safe words, overstimulation, lil voyeurism (watching yourselves in a mirror), light humiliation

Minors, do not interact

What had started out as a week with very little in your calendar soon turned into an absolute killer. You weren’t quite sure how your time got filled up so quickly, wall to wall meetings scheduled into your diary, leaving you hardly any time to even breathe. The meetings themselves weren’t even the worst part, the worst was knowing that after your work day had officially ended, you had endless catching up to do for your other projects and then all the planning for the meetings the following day. Your sleep was limited, as was Bucky’s. He hated going to bed without you, tossing and turning in the sheets for hours until you eventually gave in and joined him. As the week went on you found yourself only getting more and more stressed. By Friday you were almost ready to lie in bed and not move all weekend, just hoping Monday wouldn’t bring more of the same torture.

When 5pm on Friday rolled around, Bucky was standing waiting at the door to your study, adamant that your laptop would be switched off and hidden from you all weekend, along with your work mobile. You huffed out a little tired laugh, rubbing your sleepy eyes as you surrendered your gadgets, not even wanting to put up a fight, just glad to see the back of such an awful week. Bucky had let you choose a takeout to order from, keen to get some real food in you before making sure you got a good long rest to combat those dark circles forming under your eyes. Within 20 minutes of finishing dinner, your sleepy eyes became too heavy to hold open. Bucky hated seeing you so worn out, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to bed, thankful that you had changed into your pyjamas before the food had arrived so he wouldn’t have to disturb you too much. His heart melted at the sight of you clinging to his thin cotton pyjama top, craving the comfort his body afforded you even when you were sleeping.

But God, waking up the next morning, he was reminded of exactly how much comfort your body afforded him. Your hair was fanned out on the pillow gently, your face looking so relaxed compared to how it had been all week, long eyelashes casting shadows on your cheeks in the early morning sunlight. Your little snores were still deep but fuck, the sight of you in only his shirt and a thin pair of panties had him harder than he could’ve believed possible without being touched. Suddenly, the room felt stiflingly hot, his whole body itching to touch you, to make you forget all about that terrible week, fucking all thoughts from your head until you couldn’t think of anything never mind work. He put it down to the fact that he had hardly so much as kissed you goodnight all week, his body going into overdrive from the pent up longing and frustration.

He couldn’t help how he noticed everything about your body this morning, the way your nipples pebbled quickly when he slipped his cool metal hand under your shirt to gently grab at your breasts, doing his very best to contain his satisfaction at the way you tried to lean into his touch. He also didn’t miss how your body responded when he ran one flesh finger over your clothed core, a little groan falling from your parted lips when he added a little extra pressure to your clit. He loved how your body was just so intoxicating, always ready to take him. After a few more teasing glides across your core he pulled your panties to the side, finding your body was reacting to him nicely, wetness beginning to drip from your needy hole. Without thinking, he shuffled down the bed, his tongue poked out, lapping gently at the sweet nectar he had drew from your body. He was so hard now it almost hurt, noticing how even in your sleep, the wetness between your legs only grew. Tiny whimpers fell from your lips as he pressed a metal finger to your entrance, sliding in with ease, tongue lapping gently at your clit.

“So delicious toots, takin’ me so well.” He whispered, knowing you couldn’t hear him but still needing to tell you. Your hands grasped at the sheets, fingers gently bunching them, stirring from your sleep but not quite conscious yet. Your walls were fluttering around the single digit, your high not far away.

“Christ, Bucky.” You whined, eyelids flickering open, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room and make sense of the overwhelming sensations between your legs at the same time. “What are you doing?”

“Havin’ a little breakfast babydoll, jus’ let me take care of you. Wanna make you feel good all day, okay? You aren’t leavin’ this bed.” His voice was so low and seductive, lips latching back onto your clit and his finger curling inside you. You could only nod, whining as the pleasure became too much, keening against his face to ride your orgasm out against his tongue. “Tha’s it toots, gimme more. Good girl.” He encouraged, working his finger even faster, prolonging your high for as long as possible. God he got off on this, your needy moans nearly too much for him to handle. But no matter how much precum leaked from his swollen tip, no matter how badly he needed to cum, so long as you were getting off, his pleasure was only an afterthought to him.

“Well good morning to you too.” You huffed out a little laugh as his finger eventually slid out of you.

“Sorry baby, couldn’t resist.” He smirked, wiping his now glistening chin with the back of his flesh hand.

“No complaints here Buck, it was better waking up to that than an inbox full of emails.” You chuckled, stroking his hair lovingly.

“It had better be, if you’d rather have the emails I’d be offended.” He laughed softly stroking the inside of your thigh with his flesh thumb. “But if you talk about work anymore I’ll have to gag you.” His voice was light and teasing.

“Maybe some other time Buck.” You chuckled, running a hand gently through his messy bed head, your high ebbing pleasantly away as your feet hit the plush carpet of your bedroom.

“Ah ah ah toots, what did I tell you? You aren’t leavin’ this bed today. Gotta make you feel good til you can’t think of anything but me.” He reached out, grabbing your legs to pull you back onto the bed, lips latched onto the soft meat of your thighs, fingernails digging into your flesh gently as he kissed you, a fire burning fiercely behind his eyes once more. God he meant it. You really weren’t going to get a minute’s rest today.

“I was thinkin’ babydoll, how many meetings did you have yesterday?” He asked thoughtfully in between sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin of your thighs

“Eight honey, why?” You managed to choke out.

“Wanna give you that many orgasms.” He stated bluntly as if it was the most normal request in the world. You knew very often Bucky got as much pleasure from making you cum as he got from cumming himself but this suggestion was something else. His lips on your thighs felt amazing, the little dusting of stubble burning as his face drifted up the inside of your legs, his eyes never leaving yours

“There’s no way I can handle eight.” You whispered, losing yourself slightly to the pleasure of his mouth on your sensitive skin.

“Course you can little slut, that’s one down, only seven to go. That’ll keep you nice and busy won’t it? By the time I’m done, work will be the last thing on your mind.” He made it sound so easy, so lovely, like it was absolutely manageable, enjoyable even, but you knew better than to dream of gentle orgasms, soft touches and sweet kisses. You knew that when Bucky got into the mindset that everything he did was entirely for your pleasure, it was all about tearing you orgasms from your trembling body in the quickest succession possible, one barely ending before the next began. This was the first time he had ever suggested such an intense session. His kisses got sloppier, his wet mouth making you groan as it connected with you core once more, panties pushed to the side. Fuck, his tongue felt incredible, broad, firm strokes over the entire length of your dripping sex. You pressed your lips together to stifle your noises, your hands sinking into the soft, dark hair on Bucky’s head to pull his face closer to where you needed him most.

“If you’re holdin’ those pretty noises back toots, I’ll add another orgasm on as punishment.” He quipped, mouth creating a seal around your clit before sucking hard to pull the filthiest moan from you he had ever heard. He was in his element, hard and needy and damn near ready to hump the bed beneath him for some relief but determined to absolutely wreck you before he could even think of his own pleasure. Without saying much more, he slid two metal fingers into you, admiring how they slipped in with so little resistance.

“That’s it, oh God you take me so well. Know exactly what your body needs baby, need to be fucked like a whore don’t ya? Gonna make sure you can’t even think straight by the time I’m done with ya.” He was almost growling in between little kitten licks to your clit, fingers plunging in and out of you, rubbing your silky walls perfectly.

“Bucky, more, fuck.” You hissed out, grinding your hips against his hand. The vibrations from the little laugh he let out in response felt amazing.

“God doll, you’re not gonna be begging for more by the time I’m done with you. Gonna have you begging me to stop. But since you were a good girl this week, I’m sure I could play nice for now.” He laughed, lips and tongue crashing against your clit, fingers working faster and his eyes trained on your face as he tore another orgasm from your body. You groaned out, rutting against his face, your juices soaking his fingers and tongue as you rode out your high, panting and whimpering deliciously for him.

“Good girl honey, did so well. Want you to ride me now, yeah? Want that little body on top of me. You just gotta use me to make yourself feel good doll, don’t even worry bout makin’ me cum. Want as many of those pretty moans as you can give me before your legs give out.” His filthy plans had you whimpering, knowing that when your legs turned to jelly from too many orgasms, that didn’t mean you’d be stopping. It just meant he would take over. You did as he asked, hopping up onto your knees while Bucky undressed himself, giving his proud, hard cock a few lazy pumps watching you remove your pyjamas. You positioned yourself above him, his metal hand lined his cock up with your soaked, already abused hole. Sinking down onto his length tore groans from both of you, Bucky’s flesh hand gripping your waist to stop himself from pushing you the whole way down too quickly.

“Tightest fuckin’ pussy, you feel so good for daddy. God kitten, this pussy is so hungry isn’t it? Needs me, I can feel it. You need daddy’s cock to make you feel good? Gonna take such good care of you.” He was losing himself in the feeling of your silky walls gripping him, wetter than he could ever remember you being before. But god, you had six more orgasms ahead of you, how on Earth was he gonna make it if you got any wetter? The thick drag of his bare cock inside you was almost more than you could take as you pulled yourself back up his length again, sinking down quickly until he was entirely seated inside you.

“So so big daddy, I can’t.” You wailed, the sloppy sounds coming from your pussy fuelling you to keep going regardless.

“Yes you can angel, doin’ so well for daddy. So tight around me, can hardly move. Nothin’ feels as good as you do. Fuckin’ live to be buried in this little pussy, you know that?” His filthy pants had you rolling your hips faster against him, not really fucking him, more grinding your pelvis against his with his length fully seated inside you. It was such a different sensation to being fucked, it just made you feel endlessly full, the thickness of Bucky’s cock stuffing you, the head nestled deliciously against that sweet spot inside you. Every little grind of your hips had him nudging that spot inside you, making your eyes roll back and your head flop to the side. And Bucky was absolutely obsessed. He couldn’t find it in himself to tear his eyes away from you, not knowing whether he wanted to watch how your breasts jiggled as you moved, watch down at the mess you were making where your bodies were joined or watch the look of sheer pleasure on your face. He loved seeing you take what you needed from him, knowing that he was still in control but letting you use his body to satisfy yourself.

“So deep ‘nside you toots, bet you can feel me in here.” He pressed his metal hand to your lower tummy, the coolness making you gasp. Everything felt like it was too much but the grind alone wasn’t enough to tear your building orgasm from you and of course Bucky knew that.

“Tell me what you need, tell me and I’ll give it to you.” Bucky whispered softly, lips dusting chaste kisses on your shoulders, flesh arm wrapped up your back, helping you move against him.

“Fingers daddy, on my clit.” You pleaded, eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hanging open slightly.

“Magic word toots?” He teased with a little laugh, flesh fingers dancing over your clit torturously.

“Metal ones daddy, please.” Your whine would have been mortifying under any other circumstances but right now, you didn’t care. Bucky raised an eyebrow at your little request, secretly thrilled that you got so much pleasure from his metal digits.

“Filthy girl.” He whispered, replacing his flesh hand with his metal one, rubbing between your bodies in harsh circles. The cool fingers felt even better, the ridges in the unrelenting metal only added to the sensations threatening to consume your body. It didn’t take long for you to feel yourself tightening, Bucky’s movements never even faltering as you hit your peak.

“That’s it, cum for me, good girl, hump Daddy’s big cock. Know how much you need this, know you love daddy fillin’ you up.” His eyes were completely trained on your face, loving how it screwed up in response to the words he mumbled in the quiet, early morning air. Your gasps didn’t stop as your high started to subside, mainly because his fingers didn’t stop. You tried your best to pull away, becoming far too sensitive very quickly but Bucky’s flesh hand on your hip held you in place.

“Want another one out of you before I let you move.” He whispered, fingers only speeding up against your overstimulated bundle of nerves.

“Can’t take it daddy, it’s too much!” You sobbed, face buried into the crook of his neck as your body twitched around him, another peak fast approaching. You knew you could’ve said your safe word if you needed to but deep down you knew you could handle it.

“I know you want it angel, c’mon, stop holdin’ back.” He growled, rubbing you even faster, dragging you screaming into yet another orgasm. You couldn’t help but bite down on his flesh shoulder as you came, your body shuddering, wet nectar dripping out of you and down over his balls.

“Oh fuck, soakin’ me, you know that? Pussy is drippin’ everywhere. Such a wet little slut for daddy, aren’t ya cupcake? Such a good girl.” Bucky’s praise only made your walls flutter even more, pulling a growl from his throat. Before you even got a chance to register what was going on, Bucky had you flipped over, ass in the air, face down on the bed with his cock still inside you.

“Can’t wait anymore toots, need this.” He grunted, fucking into you recklessly. You could’ve screamed from the overstimulation, body trembling, walls still trying to milk Bucky’s thick cock. Again, your last orgasm didn’t even get a chance to ebb away before you were being worked towards another one. Your back arched into the bed of its own accord, letting Bucky fuck deeper into you. Your whimpers mingled with Bucky’s grunts, sounds of skin slapping on skin filling the house.

“Pussy’s still clenchin’ me so tight, you’ve no idea how good you make me feel. Body’s always so ready for me.” Bucky was almost growling, his own need almost entirely taking over, eager to cum so he could get back to focusing on giving you as much pleasure as you could handle.

“Thank daddy for fuckin’ you. Thank me for givin’ you my cock raw like this.” He groaned, fingers drifting between your thighs to play with your swollen bud once more.

God, this was humiliating and you were loving every single second.

“Thank you daddy! Love your cock so much, think about nothing else. Love how you fuck me, love how big it feels, love your cum, just need more daddy please.” Your words were only broken by little gasps, Bucky fucking into you harder than you even thought possible.

“Tha’s it, God yes, takin’ me like a good girl, my best girl. Little pussy so hungry for daddy’s cum. That never changes, does it honey? Should just keep you plugged and full of me all the time. Only thing that could keep your needy cunt happy, isn’t it? Just a little cum whore. Gonna give you a load now baby, okay? Keep that little face pressed to the bed and ass up, want it all drippin’ as deep ‘nside you as it can get. Don’t want a single drop spillin’.” Sometimes you wonder where Bucky possibly learned to talk so dirty but right now you didn’t care, teetering on the brink of a fifth orgasm as you lowered yourself the way he wanted, his cock nudging your cervix in this new position.

“So deep daddy,” you whimpered, muffled slightly by the thick duvet as he pounded into you. His fingers rolling perfectly against your clit was enough to tear you apart, your body shaking, fingers squeezing the sheets as you rode out the electric feeling shooting the whole way through your body. That was all it took to drag Bucky over the edge too, not able to hold back with how your walls were tightening around him, milking every drop of cum into your body.

“So tight toots, can’t even move.” He groaned, stilling his movements to stay pressed right at the deepest point inside you. The warm feeling of his cum exploding into you was almost more than you could handle, knowing every drop had to stay there to keep Bucky happy. His fingers didn’t stop moving against your clit though, tearing as many aftershocks from your over worked body as you could muster.

“Bet there’s so much cum in you now.” He whispered proudly, kissing down your spine despite the thin sheen of sweat, slowly pulling out and humming appreciatively when there wasn’t even the slightest indication of the mess he had made inside you. You felt absolutely boneless, knowing you were over the half way mark but still nowhere near finished yet.

“Three left honey, how ya feeling?” He cooed softly, taking a second to stroke your hair and dote on you. His cock hadn’t softened at all but it rarely ever did after only cumming once during such an intense session.

“Feel good Buck, sensitive.” You whispered, flopping onto the bed with your eyes closed, sucking in deep breaths to steady yourself.

“Think you can take some more for me?” He asked quietly, placing tiny kisses to your shoulders and neck. You could do nothing but hum contentedly, letting him give you as much affection as he wanted.

“Need you to use your words sweetheart. Didn’t make you, dumb already, did I?” He chuckled, making you open your eyes to see that dashing smile

“Want more daddy, I can take it.” You nodded gently, noticing how his smile only widened at your eagerness.

“I’m so in love with you, ya know that?” He beamed, giving you a gentle kiss that was all teeth and tight lips, his smile still so evident on his face. “Won’t mind though if you need to stop. Want you to enjoy this babydoll.”

“No Buck, I can keep going. But we can cuddle afterwards, yeah?” You asked, placing a little tired kiss to his knuckles of his flesh hand.

“Oh honey, when we’re done here, we can do whatever you like. This weekend’s about you, jus’ wanna make you feel good.” He agreed, heart aching at the sight of you looking so beautifully fucked out and still asking him for more.

“Thank you daddy.” You smiled lazily, knowing it would get him right back in the mood to fuck you relentlessly through the final three.

Bucky groaned hearing the title fall from your lips again when he was least expecting it, cock bobbing deliciously in agreement.

“Fuck princess, you’re gonna be the death of me you know that?” He laughed, metal hand falling to grip his aching cock. “Jus’ you lie there angel, lemme do the work this time.” You sure weren’t going to argue, pressing your head back on the soft pillows as Bucky positioned you how he wanted you, slotting neatly between your spread thighs. Despite how kinky Bucky was, missionary was still one of his all time favourite positions. It was simple, comfortable, uncomplicated and he loved being able to see your face contort as he takes you apart, not to mention the perfect bounce of your tits when he slams into you. Bucky lined up with your soaked pussy, taking the time to make sure none of his seed from the last round had spilled from your core. Once he was satisfied that it was only your own juices that were coating your thighs, he pressed in, revelling in the gasp you let out.

“So warm and wet babydoll.” He hissed, head thrown back as he set a decent pace, thrusting in and out with his metal hand pressed to your lower tummy. “Swear I can feel myself in here, just so deep ‘nside you, aren’t I?” You couldn’t really believe how your body was still craving him, still needing more even though you were so fucked out already. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to reply, almost every coherent thought having been fucked from your head. The soft clinking of metal had you opening your eyes. But when did you close them? You had no idea, and far less did you care upon seeing Bucky hovering on top of you, his dog tags swinging in front of your face. Somewhere deep inside your brain you registered that he must’ve pulled them from the nightstand when your eyes had been shut but there was something about them that just made the sex that little bit better. He knew how much you loved them too, smirking down at you as he continued his leisurely thrusts.

“Like what you see?” His voice was deep and seductive, close to only being a low rumble. His abs rippled with every push into your tight heat, little grunts slipping past his lips occasionally, a light flush on his cheeks from arousal. What was there to not like about Bucky Barnes? You could only nod, trying to press your hips closer to his pelvis, wanting to pull him deeper than even should have been possible.

“God, you can’t get enough can you? My cock that addictive honey?” He teased, flesh fingers toying with your clit. You cried out quietly at the feeling, not understanding how you could possibly still need more. Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you reached up, taking those jingling dog tags in your mouth, lips wrapping neatly around the chain. Bucky thought once more that he might cum then and there, just at the sight of your little pretty mouth enveloping his tags, the metallic taste covering your tongue.

“Need your slutty mouth filled too baby? Should’ve said somethin’, coulda had my fingers ‘nstead. But maybe you couldn’t tell me? Can’t get any words out now, can you? Daddy’s cock knocked all thoughts out of that little head, hm? That’s okay angel, daddy doesn’t need you to think, jus’ need you to cum. Think you can do that for me?” Your legs were shaking but you nodded you head regardless. As Bucky had been talking, he had dialled everything up a notch, fucking you faster, rubbing you in tighter circles, everything just felt incredible, your orgasm so close once more.

“Ah, daddy, please.” You pleaded, absolutely no idea what you were even pleading for anymore other than release. Bucky chuckled lowly from somewhere deep in his chest before giving you what you had begged for, pressing a little harder on your clit, rubbing in the same tights circles, dragging you through a painfully intense orgasm. Your teeth bit down on the hard metal in your mouth, trying to stifle the screams and whines that fell from you as every single vein in your body throbbed, desire washing through you violently. Bucky was completely and utterly obsessed with you, coaching you through your high with the same filthy grunts and promises that you had learned to expect from him.

As your high subsided, Bucky didn’t slow, if anything he just fucked you faster, not chasing his own release yet but loving how you looked like you had been fucked absolutely senseless, eyes rolling back, head crooked to the side, fingernails digging into his flesh, dog tags still in your mouth.

“You’re a fuckin’ picture like this doll, so beautiful for me. Can’t believe you’re all mine.” His thrusts had your tits bouncing back and forth, jiggling even more as you squirmed, trying to move away from him given how painfully overstimulated you were becoming. You screamed and yelled as his fingers picked up speed, slipping around from the insane amount of slick that had dripped from your hole.

“Come on little whore, cum for daddy, give it to me. Silly little slut can’t do anything but cum, can you? So fuckin’ good at it, no thoughts left in that pretty head of yours, daddy fucked them all out didn’t he? Love seein’ you like this, greedy pussy takin’ everything I give it. You’re an angel, you know that? My angel. Body’s always so ready for me.” Bucky’s voice was deep, strangled and needy, working you as fast as he could. Your legs couldn’t hold still as he pounded you, metal hand still pressing on your tummy so you could feel his cock even deeper inside you. It was all too fucking much, that ball of need inside you exploding once more making you scream, thrashing around under his huge body. Your rhythmic squeezing had him groaning, screwing his face up, unable to hide how good it felt.

“Last one princess, you ready?” Bucky asked softly, pulling out to give you a second. Christ, you looked wrecked but in the best way possible. His dog tags slipped from your mouth, spit trailing down your chin that you wiped away with the back of your hand.

“You sure you can take another? Need a colour toots.” Bucky probed gently, stroking your cheek lovingly, pushing your hair away from your sweaty face.

“Green daddy, just one more. I can take it.” You nodded weakly, fawning over the little gentle kiss Bucky pressed to your forehead.

“That’s my good girl.” He soothed. “I’ll make it quick, promise.” With that he hopped off the bed. You couldn’t really find it in yourself to care about why he had got up, taking the time to catch your breath and steady yourself but when he came back empty handed, you couldn’t help but be a little confused.

“Gonna move you toots,” he hummed quietly, shifting you onto your hands and knees at the side of the bed and that’s when you realised what he had been doing. Bucky had pulled one of the wardrobe doors open, specifically the door with the full length mirror, leaving it at an angle so you could see yourself from where you sat on the bed.

“Want you to watch yourself, see how pretty you look when you cum for me.” He groaned, harder than he could ever remember being in his life before. You whimpered even just at the thought, letting him slip inside you then pull your back flush to his chest. His whole body felt like it was surrounding you, probably because it was. His firm chest felt so comforting against you, both of his arms supporting your bare frame, casing you in against him. He pulled your hair out of the way, making sure he was able to kiss your neck and shoulders before beginning to piston his hips, fucking into you at a punishing pace. You were so glad he was holding you up, knowing if he took his arms away, you would be left to crumple onto the sheets. Your moans were so lewd you surprised yourself at how keen you were to just keep taking his cock. You knew you would feel empty without him inside you after such a long session but the emptiness might even be a blessing after this insane amount of stimulation.

“Look at yourself baby, you just came seven times for me and you’re still keen to go again. Still gonna give me ‘nother one. Cause you’re the best girl, aren’t you? So so good for daddy. Jus’ lettin’ me take and take from your body. You feel that mess sweetheart? You’re fuckin’ soaked right down to your knees, toots. All my cum from earlier drippin’ out of you. Don’t worry, got ‘nother nice big load to fill you with. Gotta give my best girl what she needs.” You hadn’t even noticed the sticky wetness between your thighs, the change in position letting it all seep out of you. You whined, high and needy as his fingers ghosted through the wetness, landing on your clit. His movements were smooth and methodical, rubbing you at the exact pace he knew you liked. He didn’t want to drag this out any more and he wasn’t even sure that he could last any longer.

“Cum for me babydoll, one last time. That’s it, good girl, hump daddy’s fingers. Excellent baby, doin’ so well for me, ‘m so proud of you, you know that? So so proud.” You felt your body clench harder than you had even thought possible, a strangled cry being torn from Bucky’s throat, his seed spilling so deep inside you.

“Ah, holy shit, can’t stop cummin’.” He panted against your neck, your head flung back onto his shoulder as the most intense high of your life took over. Your whole body was alight with pleasure and yet everything still felt so intimate in this position. Your bodies just felt connected in a way that you couldn’t even describe. Maybe you were just delirious with pleasure but it didn’t even really matter, chants of Bucky’s name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your pussy throbbed, aching and abused but not relenting in the slightest, if anything it only clenched harder around Bucky, milking every single drop of cum from him.

You practically collapsed onto the bed together, chests heaving, both spent and sweaty from the most exhausting morning of you life.

“Christ.” You whispered with a little content laugh, words not even connecting in your brain to form a coherent sentence.

“I agree.” Bucky laughed softly, pulling you practically on top of him, needing to feel you close and take care of you. “How ya feelin’?” He asked quietly, kissing your forehead and playing with your hair, being as delicate with you as possible.

“ ‘m good.” You hummed, giving him a little nod, taking in all the adoration he was offering.

“How bout a little nap, hm? You’re exhausted sweet pea. Then I’ll make us some lunch, yeah?” Bucky suggested, losing his mind when you snuggled yourself even closer to his body. You could only nod and give him a little smile, his fingers carding through your hair ever so gently. The hammering in Bucky’s chest was returning to a more natural thud, comforting you even more, your eyes closing of their own accord.

“My best girl.” He whispered, pressing more gentle kisses to your fragile body, little compliments and praises breaking the silence, lulling you into the best sleep of your life.

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Becca honey, are you trying to kill meee? 😩😩

Cause omg this is too much, too goooooood

You made the absolute right choice to go with Beefy!Bucky, I’m a total sinner for him. I totally love that he talks so so much and sooo filthy GOOOD 😩😩

Once again, thank you a million times for writing this complete masterpiece, I love it so so much it’s making me shake and so weak omg 🥵

I love you so so much 😭😭💖

So this is gonna sound really random but can you write a smut with Bucky x female reader where she's giving him head under a desk or a table or smth and one avenger (steve or sam or someone else) walks in on them and are oblivious to what's happening so Bucky gets really flustered trying to act normal and after they leave, Bucky gets his revenge with the reader 😈 Love your fics btw :3 Sorry if this is too long lol

First of all, thank you so much for this I am OBSESSED, poor Steve though! 💕 I imagined this as Beefy!Bucky bc honestly he’s my favourite and that red shirt makes me wanna sin 😩 Absolutely loved writing this, I hope you like it!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it), edging, multiple orgasms, oral (m and f receiving), size kink, fingering, implied voyeurism, Bucky is the king of pet names, degradation, praise kink, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, literally just complete filth with a lil nod to some aftercare at the end

Summary: You tease Bucky during a briefing so you suck his dick in the conference room to make up for it. Steve walks in and you just continue under the table. When he leaves, Bucky teaches you that there is such a thing as too much pleasure.

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“You’re such a damn tease, do you know that?” Bucky hissed, his lips devouring yours like a man possessed. Despite how wound up you had got him you could still feel the corners of his mouth pulled tight into a little smile.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You laughed, feigning innocence as his hungry lips moved to your neck, placing sloppy, open mouthed kisses to your delicate skin.

“You know. Exactly. What you did.” His voice was barely a whisper against your skin, punctuating every few words with another needy kiss. Without you even realising it, he had managed to back you up against the huge conference table, one strong arm on either side of your body, fencing you in. Your little chuckle at how needy Bucky had become quickly turned into a gasp as his teeth grazed your neck gently. It was true though, you had known exactly what you were doing during your last mission briefing in this same room, only minutes before.

While Fury had been briefing you, Steve and Bucky about your next mission, you had been teasing Bucky under the table. It had started innocently enough, with your hand just resting on his knee but it didn’t take long for your hand to wonder, tracing little shapes on his thigh with your fingertips. He had hardly noticed it at first, too focused on what Fury was saying but he started to get distracted when your hands began tracing higher, fingers digging in to the firm muscle of his thighs over his jeans. He had shot you a confused look but you refused to look at him, running your fingers over the rapidly tightening denim on his crotch instead. Bucky had just sat back in his chair and smirked, knowing that Fury was wrapping up and that he would be able to get you back soon enough. Unfortunately for him, right before Fury dismissed you all, Maria Hill burst through the door with some new information, meaning you had to hang about for an extra half hour while she and Fury discussed how best to proceed. Your torment on Bucky became relentless with everyone else distracted. You had been able to get him completely hard, squeezing his thick cock through his jeans, leaving him doing his very best to stifle the little moans that threatened to spill from his lips. The real torture came when you leaned forward, knowing that Fury, Maria and Steve were all deep in conversation, pressing your lips to Bucky’s ear.

“Gonna suck you so good when we get out of here. I’m dying to have that huge dick down my throat.” You had breathed so only Bucky could hear while still massaging him through his jeans. After what felt like a life time for poor Bucky, your mission plan was updated and everyone else filed out, leaving you in the conference room with an exceptionally wound up boyfriend. That was how you had ended up in the position you were in now, with Bucky desperate and needy.

“You that much of a slut for my cock you couldn’t even wait until the meeting was over? You gonna put that filthy mouth to good use or what?” Bucky asked with a confident smirk that could’ve made your knees weak.

“Of course Sargent.” Came your little giggle, making him huff out a moan in response, loving how his title fell from your lips. You sank to your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your thick lashes as you quickly unbuttoned his jeans, unzipping his fly and pulling the fabric down his legs. His boxers were tented deliciously, his erection so close to your face it made your mouth water. He couldn’t help but cup your face lovingly with both his huge hands, drawing your attention to the damp spot in the front of the material where his precum had soaked through. Tentatively, you reached up, pulling the boxers down to join his jeans, noting how his cock sprung free. Bucky didn’t miss how you licked your lips at the sight in front of you, loving how obsessed you were with his size. Everything about him was essentially perfect to you but you couldn’t deny he had to most amazing cock you had ever seen. He was long and so damn thick, perfect blue veins popping along his length, precum making his swollen tip slick.

“You gonna unbutton that blouse for me a bit doll, wanna see what you’ve got on underneath.” He coaxed, metal thumb stroking lovingly along your cheekbones that were beginning to darken with a light blush. You nodded and worked at your buttons quickly, undoing the top three, pulling the loose material away to expose the black lace bra you had chosen that morning. Bucky hummed appreciatively, your hands trailing up his huge bare thighs before grasping his stiff cock, pumping it a couple of times, making the super solider’s breath hitch in his throat. You had hardly even touched him yet and he still looked absolutely wrecked, his lips were so plump and slick from their assault on your neck and his eyes so dark with need.

“May I taste you Sargent?” You asked quietly, voice barely above an innocent whisper, eyes trained on the bead of precum gathering at his tip as you stroked him.

“Yes baby doll, you may.” He smirked, trying to stay composed as your lips wrapped around his tip, tongue sliding over the slick head of his cock, the salty taste of his precum filling your mouth. He couldn’t help the little strangled moan that you tore from his throat as your tongue flicked sinfully against him.

“Feels so good baby doll.” He managed to groan out, head thrown back in pleasure. “Sweet little mouth feels like Heaven. God, can’t wait to be buried in the back of that throat. Gotta work you up to that though angel, can’t let you take too much at once.” The filth he spewed while you sucked him always had you clenching your legs together to stifle your own need. While Bucky was always vocal in bed, he was most talkative when you were giving him a blowjob, needing to make sure you knew how good you were making him feel. “Pretty mouth is so hot and wet for me angel, nearly feels as good as that little pussy of yours, sucking me so good princess, doing so well for me.” He praised, making you push your head down to take more of him down your throat. You loved seeing him like this, his huge body completely at your mercy. You knew he’d do anything you asked when he was like this so long as you promised to keep working him with your tongue. Looking up at him, you pulled in a deep breath through your nose before taking as much of his length in your mouth as you could. A strangled cry left his parted lips, flesh fingers twisting in your hair, doing his absolute best not to thrust against your mouth until you were ready. You pulled back, swirling your tongue around the tip so you could catch a breath before sinking back down once more.

“Shit toots, you feel amazing, you know that? It’s like that mouth of yours was made to suck my cock. Can hardly fuckin’ think straight angel. You see what you do to me? Got me so worked up.” He encouraged, your hand pumping the rest of his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth. As you pulled back up, a thin trail of saliva connected his dark tip to your lips, drawing another moan from him. “Look so beautiful like this baby, such a pretty little thing on your knees for me. My slut just can’t help herself, can she? Bet you spent that whole briefing soaking through your panties just thinking about my cock.” Somehow the little degradations he threw at you in the middle of the praise made you even wetter than you were before.

“Love your cock Sargent Barnes, need it so bad. Need to taste you, wanna feel you cum down my throat.” You gasped out before sinking back down on him, pumping your hand in time with your mouth.

“Is that right doll face?” He beamed, sounding like he was barely holding it together. You hummed out a little moan in response and he gave you a filthy smirk, gripping the back of your neck to press you down gently on his cock. “Ah ah ah toots, don’t talk with your mouth full. You know I taught you better than that. Look so pretty with a mouth full of cock, such a good girl, taking me so well sweetheart.” His little praises only encouraged you to suck harder, working him for all you were worth.

“Shit doll, so close, jus’ like that princess.” He mumbled after a few minutes but before you could help him finish, you heard the distinct sound of heavy footsteps approaching the door. Bucky rushed to pull his jeans up, sitting down in a chair while you hid under the conference table. Neither of you would’ve had time to dress yourselves back up, your blouse was still hanging open, as were his jeans but with you tucked under the table, no one would ever see the disheveled state you were both in. Bucky ran a hand through his long hair as the door opened, pulling in a shaky breath to steady himself.

“There you are Buck, I was looking for you. Wanted to run through the extraction plan with you one more time.” You heard Steve’s voice boom from the door, praying Bucky would be able to convince him to leave. Your heart pounded in your chest thinking about how Bucky didn’t have many good options for excuses right now. He couldn’t say anything that would make Steve suspicious, or make him come close enough to notice his undone jeans.

“Now isn’t really the best time Steve, maybe later?” Bucky suggested, praying the dark flush of his cheeks wasn’t as obvious as it felt.

“Don’t worry, it’ll only take a minute.” Steve promised, closing the door behind him and taking a seat at the other side of the huge table. Steve started to discuss everything Fury had run through with the three of you, making sure he had all the details right. Bucky was practically twitching in his seat, the sharp edge of the orgasm he had been so close to was beginning to fade. Steve just kept talking, barely even taking a pause to breathe, with Bucky giving very little input, keeping his hands clasped tightly in front of his open trousers. You knew you absolutely shouldn’t make this any worse for him but God, the thought of getting caught by Steve was actually quite exciting. Without taking the time to talk yourself out of it, you reached up and swatted Bucky’s hands from the front of his jeans, carefully untucking his hard cock. Inching forward on your knees, you settled between his spread legs, ignoring the warning look he was giving you. After a few gentle kitten licks to his tip, you forced his whole length as deep down your throat as you could manage, drawing a little hiss from the massive super soldier.

“You okay Buck?” Steve questioned thoughtfully, looking up from the file in front of him. You didn’t need to see him to know he probably had an eyebrow raised in concern.

“Yeah, ‘m fine.” Bucky choked out, trying to gather his thoughts enough to ask Steve a question about the mission, hoping it would draw his attention away your actions under the table. Your mouth was absolutely relentless on Bucky, licking, sucking, teasing, bobbing your head as quickly as you could without letting out too much noise. You knew under any other circumstances, the way you were working him would have had him cursing, head thrown back in pleasure as he practically fucked your face. Now though, he was completely at your mercy, trying to desperately stifle his filthy moans.

“Ah, sh-shit.” The huge dark haired soldier gasped softly, bucking his hips against your mouth, forcing your head down hard on his cock. You took everything he gave you, staying silent under the table.

“You sure you’re okay Bucky?” Steve questioned, sounding more worried than he had been the first time he had been forced to stop running through the mission plan. Bucky was practically lost in the back of your throat but he somehow managed to give a nod convincing enough to make Steve drop it. “But yeah, like I said, we really should consider moving in from the East, it would give us more cover and…” Steve continued, driving Bucky almost to distraction. He was right on the edge again, ready to cum any second and you were determined to make him, knowing he’d absolutely destroy you for it as soon as Steve left.

You gave it everything you had, bobbing your head in time with your hand as quickly as you could, Bucky knew what you were trying to do and did his absolute best to think of anything other than how good your hot little mouth felt but after he hit the back of your throat and felt you gag around him, your throat closing around his cock, squeezing him just right, he started cumming, with no end in sight. His orgasm was so intense after being practically edged earlier, feeling the shocks right to the very tips of his flesh fingers. Both hands were tangled in your hair, holding your head against him as he filled your mouth with rope after rope of hot cum, his huge body shuddering, hips grinding ever so slightly as he fucked himself through his orgasm. You swallowed everything he gave you except for one little dribble that had managed to escape your mouth. After pulling off his cock with a gentle pop, you took your thumb and collected the little drop of cum gathered at the side of your lips, sucking it into your mouth. The way he looked down at you, you knew you were going to be absolutely ruined by the end of the night, there was no doubt about that. His huge dick hadn’t even softened at all but you were used to that, it was one of the many perks of dating a super soldier. You tucked his still hard dick back into his jeans and buttoned him up, neither of you even noticing Steve hadn’t said anything in a good few minutes until Bucky looked up and saw him watching his friend expectantly.

“Think I’m having some tummy trouble Steve, not feeling great.” Bucky sounded so sincere, you had almost believed him. You smiled to yourself, noticing how easily he was able to come up with an excuse when your mouth wasn’t taking him to heaven and back.

“Oh okay, no worries, we can pick it back up later if you’re feeling better.” Steve nodded, gathering the papers together and tucking them back into the file.

“Thanks man, I’ll text you.” Bucky agreed and Steve nodded, turning to leave, closing the door behind him. Bucky hardly even waited to hear the soft thud of Steve’s footsteps before pulling you by your still open blouse from under the desk, pushing you back so you were sitting on top of it. “What the fuck was that?” He hissed, his mouth, biting roughly at your collarbones before you even knew what was going on. “You just couldn’t wait, could you? Dumb little slut couldn’t go without my cock for ten fucking minutes. Just had to make me cum then and there? And you swallowed it all too? Greedy little cumwhore.” His words went straight to your cunt, already throbbing, practically dripping with need. “You’re not even gonna believe how many times I’m gonna make you cum, toots. You’re gonna be begging me to stop. You wanna be bad like that, I’ll make you regret it.” Without thinking, he pulled both sides of your blouse apart, sending buttons flying everywhere. His lips were all over you after that, both hands cupping your breasts through the pretty lace bra, mouth sucking dark hickeys over your skin.

After what felt like a lifetime, both his hands met at your back, unclasping your bra and pulling it off you to lie discarded on the floor with your blouse, hands then moving to unbutton your trousers, sliding them down your legs. “Gonna teach you a lesson doll.” His breath was hot against your neck, metal fingers trailing teasingly over your black lace panties. “Gotta teach you too much pleasure isn’t a good thing.” You gasped quietly, rutting against his fingers, loving how they nudged your clit just right. After being neglected for so long, even the slightest little touches felt amazing. “See? You’re still trying to fuck yourself against my hand. Just can’t get enough can you? Stupid little slut, just you wait. Gonna have you screaming. Right here on this table. Don’t care who sees. Cause you didn’t care either, did you doll? Didn’t care that Steve could’ve caught us? Just so long as you got a big load of cum shot down your throat.” Bucky only got filthier, encouraged by your needy whines and how your fingers were grasping his red top that you loved so much, drawing attention to the fact you were practically naked in front of him while he was still fully clothed. The realisation sent a shiver down your spine, making Bucky chuckle lowly in your ear.

“Please Bucky, I’m sorry.” You whimpered, feeling like you had been teased enough.

“For what toots?” He asked softly, holding your chin in his flesh hand while you rutted against his metal one.

“For being a little cumslut. I’m s-sorry I just… Needed to make you feel good.” You admitted, hoping he would take pity on you.

“Oh baby doll, it’s okay, I’m not mad at you. That perfect mouth did such a great job. But I still gotta teach you your lesson. You can’t pull shit like that and expect to not get punished.” He soothed and you nodded weakly in agreement. Without saying anything further, he plunged one metal finger roughly into your needy hole, making you squeal out. Without even giving you time to adjust to the first one, he pulled it out, thrusting back in with another. He knew how much you loved the metal fingers, enjoying how much heavier and thicker they felt inside you but you always needed some time to get accustomed to the stretch. You weren’t getting that luxury today though as he began to thrust them in and out of you roughly, tearing harsh sobs from your throat.

“Buck slow down please!” You squealed grasping his metal wrist, his eyes completely trained on the two metal digits slipping in and out of you effortlessly.

“Colour doll?” He asked, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from your needy pussy to your pretty face, absolutely adoring how it was already screwed up in pleasure.

“Green, so so green.” You gasped as he switched to a curling motion inside you, rubbing against your walls deliciously. “Ah, right there Buck, right there!” Your little gasps fuelled him, making him curl against you even faster.

“Oh baby, do my fingers feel that good? You’re close already toots, I can tell. You’re soaking my fucking hand babydoll, ready to cum already. Do it toots, cum for me. Gonna absolutely ruin you.” His voice was low and gravelly in your ear, fingers working you through the most intense orgasm. You ground yourself wildly on his hand, moaning quietly into his broad shoulder, unable to focus on anything except the sight of his fingers buried deep inside you. “So so pretty like that baby, did so well for me.” Bucky praised, fingers continuing to rub your walls even after you had come down from your high.

“You got another one in you doll? You’d better, cause I’m gonna make you keep cumming ‘til I think you’ve learned your lesson.” You squirmed under his touch but you couldn’t believe how wet you had become, thighs soaked with the evidence of your last orgasm as he tore another one from your body. The feeling of his metal palm grinding against your clit and his two fingers working inside you was only heightened by the fact you had already cum just a few minutes ago. “That feel good babydoll? You cumming on my fingers again? Silly little slut, you’re loving this aren’t you. Don’t worry doll, gonna keep going ‘til you can’t think of anything but me.” He hissed softly, rubbing you through the aftershocks of your second but equally intense orgasm. You didn’t even know it was possible to have two orgasms in such quick succession.

“Jesus Bucky,” you whimpered, trying to stay still despite how oversensitive you had become, knowing if you tried to pull away, he would force another orgasm from you as punishment. Without saying a word, the soldier pulled the metal digits from your pussy, keeping eye contact with you as he sank to his knees in front of you, holding your thighs apart.

“Well baby doll, I didn’t think you could get any wetter but look at that.” He hummed, index finger of his flesh hand trailing lazily over your dripping core. “Such a pretty picture like this doll, wish I could stay down here forever.” He trailed his head up the inside of your thigh, his nose tickling your sensitive skin, slight dusting of his stubble almost burning you. “Mhm, smell so sweet for me doll. Bet you taste even better.” Before you could even register what he had said, you felt his tongue swipe up you in place of his finger. You gasped out, clutching his long dark hair, feeling his tongue absolutely everywhere at once. His broad tongue was pressed flat against you, lapping up your sweet juices but neglecting your clit, which you were thankful for in the meantime. His filthy moans only added to your pleasure, knowing he was truly loving licking up the mess he had made of you. It didn’t take him long to begin probing your needy hole with his tongue, pushing into you gently, groaning lewdly at the feeling of more of your wetness coating his tongue. “You’re the gift that keeps on fuckin’ giving.” He laughed quietly before going back to lapping at your pussy like a man starved. It didn’t take you long to get worked up once more under his skilled tongue, your body telling you it couldn’t handle more pleasure but craving it all the same.

“More Bucky, please, little harder.” You whimpered, pulling his head impossibly closer to your core. He chuckled deeply in response, pressing his lips to your swollen clit and sucking harshly, making you practically scream. “Shit, shit, shit!” You chanted, curses falling from your mouth like a prayer as he sucked on the sensitive nub, tongue flicking over it at the same time. Without removing his mouth from you, he shifted his flesh hand from your thigh, two fingers slipping into you again as he continued to suck brutally. He couldn’t remember his cock ever being this hard before. He was so hard it hurt but the look of complete and absolute pleasure on your face would have kept him neglecting his own needs for the rest of his life if it meant you stayed exactly how you were right then. Your hips were grinding against his face, practically using his tongue for your own pleasure, letting the drag of his fingers ease you into a third orgasm. This one had you screaming, clenching your trembling thighs around his head, unsure if you needed him to stop or give you more. Your head was flung backwards, back arched, arms braced on the cold wooden conference table as you rode out your high on the soldier’s unrelenting tongue. You were a babbling mess by the time Bucky chose to stop, the pleasure completely overwhelming you.

“Holy shit doll, you did so good for me.” His voice was so much softer, smiling at you lazily, his chin glistening with your juices as he brought himself back up from between your legs. You were thankful he allowed you a few moments to cling to him, comforted by his racing heart and familiar scent. “What’s wrong sweetheart, was that too much?” He quizzed softly, cradling your head close to his chest in his huge metal hand. You paused a moment before shaking your head no. “Good. Cause I know my good girl has one more left in her, doesn’t she? Jus’ know you can give me another orgasm and then I’ll know you’ve learned your lesson, sweet baby.” He cooed, looking down at you like you’d offered him the entire world.

“I don’t know Buck, ‘m tired.” You whined quietly, still throbbing from the last three unbearably powerful orgasms he had ripped from your body.

“Colour babydoll?” He asked quietly, still holding you tenderly like you were the most delicate piece of porcelain.

“Green Buck, I can do one more.” You nodded weakly.

“Gonna give me everything you’ve got toots? So so proud of you, just knew you’d be a good girl for me.” He soothed, unbuttoning his jeans once again. You whimpered even just at the thought of the pounding you were about to receive, somehow still ready for it even though your body was exhausted. Bucky didn’t take any time to prepare, pressing against you until your body gave in and accepted him. He hissed out at the squeeze of your walls around him, unable to think of anything but how wet you were.

“So fuckin’ perfect for me angel. Can feel your little pussy throbbing ‘round me. You know how good you are, taking all this for me? My best girl.” He hoped his words would distract you from the painful stretch of his cock inching into you. “You doing okay baby?” He asked, cupping your face once more. The pleading look in your eyes as you nodded made him weak. “Need you to use your words toots.” He whispered, finally fully seated inside you.

“Mhm, ‘m good.” You managed to whimper making him chuckle deeply, pulling back out until just his thick tip was left inside you before thrusting back in. And god did it make you groan.

“My sweet baby, did all the pleasure make you dumb? Did ya think I was just gonna let you have all that fun under the desk and not ruin you afterwards? Maybe next time you’ll think about the consequences before you do something silly like that.” He had established a decent pace while he had been growling in your ear, making you feel every last ridge and swollen vein of his dick. Your whines were weak, almost pathetic as his cock sank back into you, every thrust seemed more electric than the last. You almost hated how aroused you still were, completely torn between needing him to stop and needing him to give you more.

“Buck please,” you pleaded softly, biting into the thick muscle of his shoulder as he sped up his thrusts, clearly having neglected his own need for far too long.

“ ‘S okay baby doll, I’ll take care of you. Lemme look after you toots, gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good. You trust me, yeah?” He gripped your chin in his flesh hand, never once slowing down his thrusts. You could only nod, lips parted to let your little needy sobs escape as his metal fingers slipped back between your bodies to rub your clit once more. “You hear how wet that little pussy is? You hear how bad you needed this? You’ve been so good toots, so so good. Can’t get enough of this sweet pussy. So lucky my best girl is such a little whore for me. Couldn’t love you more doll, I swear.” This man was absolutely relentless. If you still had the mental clarity, you would probably have questioned whether his hands or his mouth were making you feel more sinful, but in that moment, you just didn’t care. “You gonna finish just one more time for me, sweets?” He questioned, a thin sheen of sweat evident on his forehead. You did your best to nod your head yes in spite of yourself, arching your back and letting out the lewdest moan as his fingers sped up against you.

“Good girl, such a good girl. Knew you’d be so good for me. Give it to me baby, stop holding back doll, cum for me.” He whispered, barely any louder than a growl against your neck. His breath was so hot and the whole room smelt like him, making your head swim. Your fourth orgasm had your legs shaking, Bucky fucking you through every last wave. The noises Bucky tore from you were nothing short of screams, curses mingled in between cries of his name.

“Yes, just like that toots, perfect, ah, fuck.” Bucky gasped before his hips began to stutter, fucking you full of cum. He was kind enough to still inside of you, not fucking you too hard through your aftershocks, knowing it would be almost painful if he did. You both clung together, bodies sweaty and spent, your chest heaving as Bucky finally pulled out, a little dribble of cum leaking out of you.

“Such a pretty sight.” Bucky whispered lovingly, kissing your forehead then stepping back to take in the result of all his hard work.

“Can we sleep Buck, please?” You asked quietly, looking forward to one of those blissful naps in Bucky’s arms.

“Course baby, anything you want.” He agreed with a little smile, dressing himself before helping you make yourself look as presentable as possible for the short walk back to your room. He was so gentle, even taking the time to find all the buttons that had popped off your blouse, knowing you would probably want to sew them back on. Bucky helped you off the conference table and onto your feet, your legs feeling almost numb. He helped you out the door, closing it behind him before a voice from down the hall made you both jump.

“ ‘Tummy trouble’ huh Buck?” Steve chuckled, arms crossed and one eyebrow raised in disapproval.

Ok but can we talk about THIS PART PLEASE

“Honey, we have to open you up more if you’re gonna take my cock, y’know that. So c’mon, if you want my cock, you’re gonna have to cum for me first, okay?” he tells you sweetly, in the midst of him adding a third finger that has him swearing profanities under his breath as he feels you clench down on his fingers, “That’s it baby, good girl, you’re almost there, aren’t you? Gonna cum for me like the good girl I know you are, yeah?”

I– I mean you make me shake only by reading that, and oh god don’t even get me started on all the praise kink, the bulge kink and the dirty talk in this cause LORD HAVE MERCY 🥵😩

Babie, I love your writing so much, you have bless my whole week with this, Ily 💗

your eyes already told me, what you never said

eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.

synopsis: your relationship with bucky has always been complicated, but after the two of you sleep together following his breakup with your best friend, you don’t really know how the two of you can ever be the same

pairing(s): bucky barnes x fem!reader, past bucky barnes x natasha romanoff, steve rogers x wanda maximoff

warnings: 18+, college au!, sort of switching povs even though it’s written in 2nd person, serving of angst with moments of softness – dirty talk, praise, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (remember this is fiction, pls be safe irl!), ngl this is dirty

word count: 5.7k

a/n: sorta inspired by this song, & also, this is my first time writing for bucky and proper smut lol, so hope ya’ll enjoy bc I really love this one xo 

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I CANT STAND THIS, IS TOO ADORABLE 😩💗

Lost

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Summary: You get a little surprise when a random cat decides to make itself at home in your apartment. Turns out her home is actually the apartment above yours.

Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, bucky is a big ol’ flirt in this. This blog is 18+

Author's Note: I’m not entirely convinced on this but I'm hoping it'll get me back in the groove! There will be a part 2 and it will probably get steamy 😏. I hope you enjoy this, as always reblogs and comments are super appreciated! (word count: 1.9k)

The heat in Brooklyn was stifling. The air around you was static with the impending storm. That, combined with your broken air conditioner, made for your apartment becoming your own personal hell. You’d opened all the windows and doors to try and make the most of the slight breeze, but really it was a worthless effort.

Sighing for what felt like the 100th time that day you flop onto the love seat by the window determined to finish the book you were reading but after about ten minutes your eyes started to get heavy and before you knew it you were fast asleep.

You startle awake at the sudden crack of thunder. Looking outside just in time to see the downpour start. Smiling to yourself, as the cooler air hits your heated skin.

Turning back around you yelp, seeing a mass of white fur with striking blue eyes sat on your coffee table staring at you.

“Oh, hello. Where did you come from?” you chuckle breathlessly.

The cat perks up at your voice, hopping off the table and onto your lap.

“Aren’t you a friendly one, huh,” you laugh, scratching behind their ear, smiling to yourself when they start purring loudly, “no collar either.”

Looking back outside the window the dark clouds stretched without a break in sight. You didn’t have the heart to put the cat out on the fire escape to find its way home in the rain.

“Well, looks like you're staying here tonight you little stowaway.”

The cat meowed in response, stretching and curling up on your lap essentially keeping you to the sofa for the night. This cat had been in your life for less than 5 minutes and you were already whipped.

You sat for as long as you could before the urge to pee took over. You scoop the cat up off your lap as gently as possible before laying them back down on the seat.

After heading to the bathroom and having a quick shower you decide to call it day. You stop in the doorway to your bedroom when you notice a ball of white curled up on your bed.

“Make yourself at home why don’t you,” you giggled, sliding into bed next to them, “don’t get used to it buddy, we’ll find your home tomorrow.”

Three days. It had been three days since your little intruder invaded your home and you still hadn’t found her owner. You’d been to all the apartments in your building and no one had a clue. Whoever lived in the apartment above you hadn’t been there the three times you’d checked so you assumed they couldn't be the owner.

“Right you little fur ball, I think I’ve found the solution!” you exclaimed as you entered your apartment, finding the dozing cat in its new favourite spot on your couch.

You’d spent a bit of time last night putting together a found poster that you were going to stick in and around the building in the hopes that someone would claim her. After getting them printed at work you were determined to get them all out now the rain had stopped and the sun was shining again.

It may have only been three days but you found yourself becoming more and more attached to her each day. She would follow you around the apartment, constantly being near you. When it had stopped raining you had opened the window out to the fire escape to see if she’d leave on her own but she stayed firmly planted on your couch all afternoon, and you just didn’t have the heart to shut her out without knowing she’d get home safely.

After changing out of your work clothes you grabbed the stack of posters and headed out, giving her a quick kiss on the top of her head when leaving. God, you’re really going to be upset when you have to give her back.

You weren’t paying attention when you left your building, running straight into what felt like a brick wall. You dropped your posters everywhere as you stumbled back, tripping over your feet as you felt yourself falling. Before you could hit the floor two strong hands, one hot one cold, reach out to grip your arms, pulling you forward.

Looking up your eyes met a pair of soft blue eyes, crinkled adorably in the corners as he flashed you a gorgeous smile. Holy shit.

You could see his lips moving but did not register a word that was coming out of his pretty mouth. You’d never seen someone this beautiful. His dark hair was pushed back from his face by a pair of sunglasses, the ends kissing his shoulders. His jaw was covered by dark stubble and he had the cutest dimple in his chin.

“Hey, did you hit your head before I caught you or something?” he smirked, causing heat to hit your cheeks as you stuttered out a response.

“I, I um, sorry, you just took me by surprise a little bit. Oh shit!” you blurted out, remembering the posters you were holding that were now scattered all over the floor along with what you were assuming were a bunch of posters from the handsome stranger.

“I’m so sorry, I should have been paying more attention,” you scrambled to pick up the posters, trying to figure out which were yours when you realised both posters had a picture of the cat that had moved in with you.

“Is this your cat?” you asked, holding up the poster saying ‘lost’.

His smile dropped slightly, “yeah, she’s been missing for a few days now. It’s not like her to not come home and with the storm and everything I’m worried about her.”

The sight of this beefy guy looking so lost and heartbroken about his missing cat had your heart melting. “Well, I think I might know where she is.” Lifting up your ‘found’ poster you couldn’t help but giggle at the huge smile that broke out onto his face.

“She’s in my apartment, I tried leaving the windows open to see if she’d leave but she seems quite fond of my couch,” you chuckled, “I’ll take you up and you can get her.”

He helped you scoop up the rest of the posters before he was following you back into the apartment building. Once in the elevator he turned to you, “I’m Bucky, by the way,” he said, holding out a shiny, black and gold hand.

You were stunned for a moment, taking in the intricate details on the metal limb, “oh wow,” you whispered out loud before you realised, you wide eyes quickly looking at his face, “sorry, that was really rude of me! I’m y/n,” you rushed out taking his outstretched hand in yours.

Bucky just chuckled at your flustered state, “don’t worry about it, doll. I’ve had worse reactions.” He still had hold of your hand and the sweet smile he was giving you made your cheeks heat up more than they already were. His smile only grew and you felt like he was enjoying this.

Luckily the elevator reached your floor and the doors dinged open. You quickly pulled your hand back, giving an awkward chuckle as you rushed out the elevator towards your apartment.

“So,” you coughed, trying to compose yourself as you unlocked your door, “do you live in the building or nearby?”

You let the both of you into your apartment, inwardly cringing at the mess, not anticipating to have the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen being invited in.

“Well by the look of the view you’ve got, I’d say my apartment is right above yours actually,” he replied, following you into your living room.

“Ah, well that explains how she ended up in my apartment, she must have come straight down the fire escape,” you chuckled, eyeing the sleeping cat on your couch, feeling your heart swell as Bucky’s eyes brightened.

“There’s my little hellraiser,” he cooed, kneeling down to the cat's level.

You couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your lips as Bucky scooped the cat into his big arms before walking back over to where you were standing.

“Maybe you should get her a collar, you can put your contact details on it so the next person she gate crashes can call you,” you suggested, giving Alpine some scratches under her chin, missing the way Bucky gazed at you affectionately.

“You asking for my number, doll?”

The question took you off guard, your wide eyes shooting up to his making you realize how close you were standing to each other.

“I...um...I…” you stuttered, willing your brain to make a coherent sentence as you took a step back.

His eyes wrinkled adorably around the edges as he chuckled softly. “Don’t worry doll, I’ll make sure to get her a collar.”

“Right,” you laughed awkwardly, “um, let me just put the food and stuff I bought into a bag for you, no point me having it now.”

Turning swiftly to head into the kitchen you took a deep sigh once you were out of Bucky’s sight.

“Pull it together woman,” you scolded. You couldn’t remember the last time a man had gotten you so flustered and he hadn’t even done anything! You bagged the items you’d bought quickly and headed back into the living room trying your best not to falter when Bucky flashed you the prettiest smile.

“I honestly can’t thank you enough for taking Alpine in,” he smiled, taking the bag from your hand, his fingers brushing yours gently.

“Really, it was no problem at all,” you couldn’t help giving Alpine a couple more pets, “gonna miss having her around if I’m honest.”

You both started to head towards your door where you opened it for him.

“Well my door is always open, doll. I’m sure she’d be happy to see you,” he said, heading into the hall before turning back to you, “I know I would be.”

And then he was gone. Leaving you standing with your door open, mouth agape like a fool.

You couldn’t get Bucky Barnes off your mind. The way his blue eyes held a softness that you didn’t know was possible in a man so large. The way his metal hand felt in yours. The way his smile was so bright.

You hoped to run into him again, even lingering a bit longer in the lobby than usual, but you’d not seen him since.

Settling down on your couch you pulled out your phone with the intention of ordering some food. It had been a long day at work but it was finally Friday and you couldn’t wait to do nothing all weekend.

A soft meow had your head whipping around towards the window and a smile pulling at your lips. Sitting by your open window was the little white fur ball that had stolen your heart.

“What are you doing here, sweetie?” you cooed, moving towards the seat in front of the window, chuckling when Alpine jumped onto your lap.

You scratched the top of her head, admiring the black and gold collar around her neck, “well look at your brand new collar. You and Bucky are matching now aren’t you. What’s this though?” Pulling the folded up piece of paper from the collar as Alpine settled on your lap. The paper had your name written on it and you couldn’t help but smile when you opened it.

Thanks again for taking care of Alpine, if you can’t tell I think she’s missed you. If you’re not busy I’d love to thank you properly. How does pizza sound? You know where to find me, come on up when you’re ready x

Thank you so much for reading 🥺💖 I hope you enjoyed this! As always, comments and reblogs are super appreciated and I'll love you forever 💕

I’m re-reading this and let me tell it gets better every time I do it, that hard throat fucking got me so weak 😩 and this part oof

You love tasting his cum, and the feeling of it sliding down your throat after he shoots it in your mouth. The many times you’ve held his cock in your mouth while he’s on the phone, video chatting for a briefing, in the shower. You’d do it anywhere. You’ve even woken him up from sleep when you see his cock is rock hard, popping him into your mouth because you can’t stand seeing your daddy in discomfort.

And the ending, goood he’s so sweet, him being so caring is all I want 🥺 I love this so much 💓

Stressed after a mission- B.B.

DON’T STEAL, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY STUFF!!!!

a/n- Please like, comment, and reblog!! It means a lot to me that i know anyone who reads my stuff, likes my work! Don’t be afraid to send me asks as well. I’m currently taking requests(for sds and main fics), and i’m always open to talk to new ppl:)

Summary: After a long day, Bucky comes home to his best girl. His best girl helps him relieve some stress he’s been penting up all day; maybe it’s too much stress.

Warnings n stuff: 18+, rough dom bucky, oral(male receiving), daddy kink, oral fixation kink, dacryphillia, dirty talk(etc etc), reader gets hurt kind of(?), fluff

Bucky has had a rough day. A really rough and excruciatingly hard day. Mission went to shit. Sam ended up getting hurt, coms went out and they all lost communication with each other for around twenty minutes, the place was swarmed with guards; Bucky is just glad to finally be back at the compound- back home, and knowing that you’re here, only a few more steps away, helps ease all of his stresses.

You lived a normal life before meeting Bucky. Of course you kept up with things so you knew who he was, and the avengers, but you never expected the former assassin to take a liking to you. Nor did you expect for you, yourself, to grow so attached to the older man. He was kind, sweet, quiet and reserved, but did anything he could to make you unbelievably happy. He still does to this day- it’s just Bucky’s nature.

So when you two became....not technically official, but close enough to dating, he asked Tony to move you into the compound with him so he could keep you safe; rather than you being in your small apartment ten miles away from him never knowing what or who could happen. Bucky promised that you meant no harm, and when you met Tony himself, Tony could clearly tell you were only the sweetest and made Bucky happy. If Tony was being honest, he was tired of seeing the cyborg walk around all mopey, so he gladly agreed.

You caused no trouble- never have -and became friends with many of the avengers fairly quickly. Bucky would never admit it, but he was jealous of yours’ and Steve’s friendship, but you reassured him that you were(and still are) here because of him: Bucky.

Bucky loves you. You’re the one person he absolutely looks forward to seeing at the end of the day; at any time of the day he can see you really. He can’t ever be mad at his girl or too stressed or too tired to not give you attention or do the things you possibly want to do. Neither do you ask him all that often to do things when his eyes can barely be held open, you usually just stay in bed and cuddle with him until he’s sleeping soundly in your arms....literally. His head resting on your chest, your arms wrapped around his head and neck, fingers running softly through the slightly long strands. He feels at ease whenever he’s in your arms, and you’ll do whatever to make him happy.

Once Bucky approaches your shared room door, he walks in. You always tell him he never needs to knock “you’ve seen everything that’s beneath my clothes before, what’s the point?” so he’s finally adjusting to that habit. As he walks in, he sees you laying on the small couch, phone in hand, but you’re not as innocent as you’re trying to make yourself out to be once his eyes roam down to the rest of your body.

You’re wearing the black lace lingerie he loves so much- and shockingly hasn’t ripped in two yet- and a pair of stockings that go mid-thigh; they’re red. The lingerie leaves nothing to his imagination- but he’s seen you naked many times, so that’s not hard to imagine in the first place.

He walks further in and shuts the door with a soft click, then locks it. You immediately sit up and you smile. “Bucky! You’re back!” You squeal and drop your phone onto the coffee table before running up to him. You tackle him in a hug and his hands go to your waist, pulling you close to him. His face nuzzles in your hair, getting a whiff of your freshly washed hair, and he sighs; content.

“Hey, babydoll. Why you all dressed up?” He mumbles against your neck, then peppers kisses along the skin. You wrap your hands around his neck and pull his head back; hunger fills his blue eyes and you know what’s about to happen in less than two minutes.

“Figured you probably had a hard day, and i want to make you feel better...daddy.” You give him those sweet, glossing eyes that peek from under your lashes and he grunts. His hands run from your waist, to your hips, down to your ass, and squeeze. You whimper and press yourself further against his front. “Daddy has had a hard day, babydoll. You wanna help him out?” One of his hands come up and brush a gentle finger down your cheek, and then over your lips. You nod before taking his finger into your mouth, sucking the digit; letting him know how you’d take his cock into your mouth.

Bucky groans, then pulls his index finger from your mouth with a slight pop. Both of his hands go to your shoulders and push you down to the hard wood floor, and your eyes look up at him with such obedience. He manages to strip out of his clothes in less than thirty seconds and it’s all discarded onto the floor behind the two of you. His cock stands tall in front of your face, and even though you’ve seen it before, many many times before, it never fails to make your mouth water in delight, and your thighs clench from need.

“Can i start, daddy?” You ask sweetly, licking your lips after your words. His hand strokes his cock as it leaks pre-cum, and you want to taste it so badly; but you know you have to wait for his say-so.

But you can tell Bucky is teasing you. He knows how you love to have his cock in your mouth, tasting him, sucking him dry. The many nights you’ve begged for him to just let you suck him off even if he’s extremely tired. You saying “but daddy, it’ll help you sleep better.” trying to coax him into letting you help him fall asleep. Some nights he lets you, and he’s usually out like a light within minutes after you make him cum. You love tasting his cum, and the feeling of it sliding down your throat after he shoots it in your mouth. The many times you’ve held his cock in your mouth while he’s on the phone, video chatting for a briefing, in the shower. You’d do it anywhere. You’ve even woken him up from sleep when you see his cock is rock hard, popping him into your mouth because you can’t stand seeing your daddy in discomfort.

So he loves teasing his pretty girl, his babydoll, knowing that you’ll beg. And Bucky loves it when you beg for him and his cock.

“Daddy, stop teasing. Please stop...just wan’ it in my mouth. Need to make you feel good.” You beg, grasping lightly onto his thick thighs. Bucky isn’t up for a lot of teasing today- so you’re extremely lucky. He needs to relieve his stress from the days events, and what better way to do it than to face fuck his little doll?

“Okay, doll. Open up.” He quits stroking his cock as soon as you open your mouth. Tongue out, eyes looking wildly patient up at him, saliva coating your tongue. He groans at the sight, his cock visibly twitches too. He slides his cock into your mouth and instantly hollows out into your throat. You’re used to taking him all, it’s just normal by now. Sometimes you still gag but Bucky finds it even more enjoyable when you do.

Your hands grasp onto his thighs, nails digging small marks into his skin as he thrusts into your mouth. His hands are quick to find the back of your head and hold it steady as he picks up his pace slowly. “You know what to- fuck- to do if daddy gets too aggressive, babydoll. Okay? Just tap out.” He grunts and you hum in understanding. Your eyes look up at the man above you, the man who’s ruining your mouth, using you currently for his pleasure.

The sounds are obscene and thankfully no one else is on your floor anymore, due to the complaints of your teammates about how loud the two of you can be; they all switched rooms.

Your saliva coats his cock over and over again as he slips in and out nicely. Your throat relaxes a bit more so you can take him easier and Bucky groans. “Such a good girl for me, letting daddy fuck your throat. Takin’ me so well, babydoll. Letting me use you like a toy.” You let out a muffled moan and he grunts out while pushing your head further down onto his cock.

You’re aware Bucky must’ve really had a bad day, because he only face fucks you on his worse days. The days where shit goes terribly wrong. You know he’ll tell you about it later, but you can’t help but notice the sheer amount of force he’s using on your head to push you and pull you on and off of his cock. You like it, but if he keeps up for a bit, it’s going to become too much.

Bucky hits the back of your throat again and causes you to gag around him. Your eyes have tears welling up in them, and Bucky mocks you. “Aw, babydoll, don’t cry. You’ve had my cock shoved down your throat many fucking times. You can take it.” You know you can, your panties are soaked as well, but again....the force of his hands on your head is nearly causing you a headache. And the way the head of his thick cock hits the back of your throat makes it burn and hurt. Usually it would feel good, but today...something is a bit off.

Your nails dig deeper into his thighs. You want him to cum once, at least. You want to make him happy. He is so good to you, you need to help him out. You want to help him out.

You can feel him getting close to his release, so you hum around him in hopes of getting him closer. “That-a-girl. Make daddy cum, doll. Makin’ daddy feel real good.” He hums out, eyes closed in euphoria. You close your eyes and the tears roll down your face as he repeatedly hits all the way to the back of your throat. You gag again, and again, then he spills. You nearly choke on his cum as it glides down your throat, but you manage to swallow it all.

His hands finally come off of your head to let you breathe, because you were struggling, and you gasp once you pull back from his cock. Bucky opens his eyes and sees your cum stained lips, tear stained cheeks, and chest heaving. He smiles dopily, “look at you....such a pretty girl.” He coos as he runs a finger over your cheek again.

You finally manage to catch your breath, but then you notice Bucky is hard again. “Okay, babydoll. Open up again for daddy.” Your eyes flicker up to his and you panic. You’re not sure if you can go again, but you oblige. You open your mouth and as soon as he sticks it in, his hands are back onto your head.

You know you can’t take much more. You’ve got a headache and you’re not even sure you can talk now. Your throat hurts, it burns, and your hands hurt from gripping onto his meaty thighs.

Bucky’s pace doesn’t even start out slow, he’s immediately back to fucking your face with resilience. You can’t take it anymore. He’s too rough tonight.

Your hands tap hard at his thighs and he’s releasing your head in less than a second. All of the roughness drains from his body, all of the feel-good he was feeling mere seconds ago, fades. You hardly ever tap out on him, he knows something isn’t right.

“Hey, hey doll? C’mere.” He gently picks you up in his arms, and cradles your body to his. You have more tears staining your cheeks and you’re gasping for air. Bucky feels horrible.

“Hey, can you tell me what you need? Can you talk?” He asks as he sits you down on the bed. His hands gently taking your cheeks and cupping them so softly; as if he’s scared he’s going to actually break you. He wipes your tears away with the pads of his thumbs and you shake your head. “It hurts.” You mumble and Bucky’s heart breaks at the hoarse sound of your voice.

He’s hurt his girl, he’s been too rough with you. “Baby, i’m sorry. I’ll get you something to drink and get you changed for bed. Just stay right here.” He gives you a long kiss on the head before he walks off to the kitchen.

It’s not a minute later that he’s walking back with his boxer briefs on, cup of water in hand, and two Advil. He helps you take them then grabs you some clothes; one of his shirts that you dearly love so much, some fuzzy penguin socks, and a pair of comfortable panties. He then helps you get changed, and after he’s done, he kisses your head again. “I’m sorry, doll. You could’ve told me sooner.” He mumbles against your hair before he pulls away. He knows you’re too tired to talk and that you physically can’t; or shouldn’t; so he knows you’ll talk to him tomorrow, and explain why you kept it up even though you shouldn’t have.

He then helps you get into your shared bed and pulls the covers over your body. “I’m going to go clean up a bit, if you want to sleep, please do so. I’ll be back in a little bit.” Before Bucky can move away, you grasp his wrist. You hold out your pinky on your other hand and a small, tired smile crosses your face. “Promise?” You whisper and he smiles, “promise, darling.” He interlocks his pinky with yours and then kisses your hand before pulling away to go take a quick shower.

Bucky is quick to take a shower, and when he comes back out, you’re passed out asleep. His heart swells at the sight, but he can’t help to keep thinking about how awful it must’ve been to try to endure the headache and the burn of your throat as he went too rough.

He climbs into bed as careful as he can, but you still stir, waking up enough to see that Bucky has joined you. “Buck?” You mumble and reach for him. His arms encase you and hold you close, his lips press to your hair and you sigh. “From now on, please tell me and let me know if you can’t take it. You won’t disappoint me or make me upset. I care more about you and your safety than anything else in this fucking world, doll. Don’t do that anymore just because you want to help me out, it’s not worth it.” Bucky mumbles to you and you nod, “i’m okay Bucky. Thank you.” You press a kiss to his chest as your fingers draw small shapes onto his skin; sleep taking over your mind and body yet again.

“Don’t thank me, it’s literally the least i can do. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, doll. Promise i will. You’re my best girl and my best girl deserves everything i can give her to make her happy.” Bucky whispers right before you fall asleep.

You’re not mad at him obviously, or yourself. It’s not his fault at all, you should’ve let him know sooner. You knew Bucky wouldn’t like the fact that he accidentally hurt you like this, you just wanted to be the best you can for him. Sometimes you put yourself in stupid positions, now you know Bucky isn’t going to let you live this down. Does that bother you? No. It just means an even more caring boyfriend, and that’s not a bad thing at all.

Bucky falls asleep a few minutes later with you held closely to him. His thumb gently caressing your cheek even after he falls asleep, assuring that you’re there, that everything’s okay, and that you’re with him after all of the days events.

Let me start by saying that this-is-pure-perfection. it is so incredibly good I’m still crying over it ✨

This was extremely cute 😭

Bucky chuckled at her behavior, his heartbeats speeding up when he realized he'd just agreed to at least 30 minutes of her brushing, touching, and braiding his hair.

She pretended she was checking for knots and kept carding her fingers through Bucky's hair over and over, barely restraining herself from scratching his scalp.

And Bucky was just trying not to lean into her touch; not to let himself moan or purr at how tenderly she was handling his hair.

Goood him wanting to watch 27 dresses with her was it to me 😭 but thisssss

The heat of Bucky's stare as he watched her play with the strands had her lower her hands silently and just stare back. Warm, cerulean eyes were pouring love into hers and she couldn't stop herself from dropping her gaze to Bucky's pink lips.

Bucky was so beautiful, and she'd waited for so long that she hadn't one single ounce of rationality to hold her back. Her period and hormones weren't helping either. Her hand cupped Bucky's cheek before she could think too much and she pressed her lips to his.

Bucky's body tensed for a short second but soon his eyes were closing and his mouth was moving against hers like her lips were made just to be kissed by his. It was soft and intimate and real. When she pulled away to breathe Bucky pulled her back to him by her chin, tasting her lips one more time to make sure it was actually happening before he let her have her oxygen.

I could literally feel all the tenderness, the tension, the desperation, the love…all of it, I felt everything like aaaaaa it’s killing me 😩😩

BUT PLEASEEEEE THE PROPOSAL MY GOOOOOD

"Will you do me the honor of braiding my hair till I no longer have any? Will you marry me, doll?" Bucky finally asked the question.

YESSSS A THOUSANDS TIMES YEEESSS

I’m telling you, when I found out that the current conversation they were having was about she braiding his hair for the wedding I- I don’t know what force took control over me but I screamed so hard I was drowning in my tears

Now this was–oof

"You ruined my braid, doll. It's only fair that I ruin your pussy in return."

Go ahead Bucky, not complaining over here 🤧

And last but precisely not least

"You do?" She gave a lop-sided grin as he pulled her nearer to his chest, her fingers playing with the collar of his dark suit.

"Of course I do; you're awesome," Bucky whispered against her grinning lips before capturing them in a passionate kiss, sealing their fate together forever, till death dares do them apart.

Honey, I loved every “I do” “of course you do, I’m awesome”. I loved everything about this, all of it, I want to live in it, I want this so bad 🤧💗

I know I’ve said this to you before, but your writing is immaculate, I’m obsessed with it, and hell yes YOU ARE AWESOME (so sorry for the spam but I just can’t get over this, it’s perfect in every possible way)💖

of course you do

Pairing: (Roommate!)Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,884

Warnings: slight smut in the middle containing oral (f receiving) and p in v; the rest is fluff.

Summary: The one where reader braids Bucky's hair.

A/N: so I'm kinda terrible at summaries.. and plotting. I saw the art and I did what any person with a heart would, I kept picturing situations where Bucky gets his hair braided. This is bad but Please enjoy:' xx.

Beautiful Bucky art is by the amazing @yourecutejeans thank you so much for letting me use your drawing 💜

Bucky smiled lovingly as he sat down on the chair before the mirror, his eyes and hers meeting before she smiled back. He was so handsome and he was all hers. They stayed like that for a second, her fingers just playing with his loose hair and they knew they were both thinking of the same days and the same moments.

Bucky was a great roommate. Her great roommate. He was respectful, never a pervert, cleaned up after himself and his cat. He would even pick up his cat's white hairs one by one whenever they stuck to her part of the couch. He was never noisy, never came home with a girl, and never invaded her privacy in any way. He'd even put in his headphones when she'd go to the bathroom for number 2 because she told him once she couldn't really go if she kept thinking someone could possibly hear her. Her previous roommates could care less about her weird pooping anxiety, but not Bucky. Bucky was perfect.

Accordingly, it took her a short time to befriend and bond with the shy man and his cat; took even shorter for her to develop feelings for him. She would turn down fun outings and blind dates to stay in with Bucky and quietly watch some rom-com he's never seen before just to gauge his reaction when her favourite scenes came on.

“Hey, Buck," she called one day with a mischievous smile on her lips, shifting on her feet as she stood by the doorframe of her bedroom.

"Hmm," Bucky replied without looking up from his phone.

"Aaaare you busy right now?" She asked, swinging her feet.

"No?" Bucky looked at her and raised an eyebrow. And oh boy, he knew that smile.

"Can you help me with something?" She bit her lip.

"I have a feeling I'm not gonna like this." He shook his head when he saw her smile get bigger.

"Maybe not." She tilted her head, keeping her smile.

"Then no."

"But Buuuuck. Remember when you were out of town and I was on a date and instead of having a good time you called and sent me home to feed Alpine?" She whined.

"You didn't even like that guy I basically saved you! And you love Alpine." Bucky argued, pointing his finger to the white feline licking up its leg.

"Still. Who left their date and came back home?" She pouted.

"Fine, what do you want?"

"Wantyoutoletmebraidyourhair." Words flew out of her mouth as she failed to control her enthusiasm.

"Try slower."

"Can I please braid your hair?"

"What! No!"

"But Buuuuck-" she whined, almost stomping her feet.

"No! Don't Buck me. I am not letting you braid my hair," Bucky told her with a firm face before looking back at his phone, not wanting to see her pouty lips.

"But Buuuck-" She started again but was quickly stopped by his glare.

"I promise I won't mess it up. I've watched the video like a hundred times," she begged and he gazed up again.

She smiled and crossed her heart, making Bucky sigh.

"Fine, come here. Let's get this over with." He agreed and then winced at the squeal she gave in celebration.

"I'll be right back." She ran back into her room to get her special brushes and the box of clear, tiny elastics along with that of the poppy pins.

Bucky chuckled at her behavior, his heartbeats speeding up when he realized he'd just agreed to at least 30 minutes of her brushing, touching, and braiding his hair.

Just how long would he have to go on without telling her how he felt? He could never do it. She was too good for him, too bright, too lively for a hundred+ year old grump like himself. She would never feel the same about him.

On the other side of the wall, she stood before her dresser, smiling to herself in the mirror like an idiot as she tried to regulate her own hammering heartbeats.

~

After setting the needed tools beside her on the couch, she made Bucky sit on the floor between her legs with his back to the couch. Jesus Christ was he handsome; even the back of his head did things to her. Everything about the man was beautiful.

She ran her fingers through Bucky's hair and it was soft. She almost melted at the feel of it. Oh, how she would love to pull on that hair while Bucky railed her-

"What are you waiting for?"

"Nothing, just trying to choose a brush."

She started by dividing Bucky's hair into two sections. She bit her lip before picking up her favourite brush and started gently combing his hair, walking the brush through the brown locks from the tips up to loosen any knots here or there.

Bucky's hair was so smooth and it smelled of the coconut oil she bought him - and basically forced him to use - a couple of months ago. It took her everything not to drop her head forward and bury her nose in his hair or kiss the top of his head.

She pretended she was checking for knots and kept carding her fingers through Bucky's hair over and over, barely restraining herself from scratching his scalp.

And Bucky was just trying not to lean into her touch; not to let himself moan or purr at how tenderly she was handling his hair.

Bucky trusted her to know what she was doing and went back to staring at his phone for a better distraction. Much to her discontent, he was checking his Tinder account.

"Stop moving so much!" Her nimble fingers tightly grabbed on the strands between them, not wanting to lose track of the French braid she'd diagonally started on the right side of the top of Bucky's head.

"Ow! Don't pull!" He whined when his head was yanked back.

"Sorry, just stop shaking your head in shock over Tinder texts every five seconds." She chuckled, trying to mask any jealousy that might be apparent in her tone.

Who did these girls think they were sending her Bucky such sinful messages? And who did she think she was to call him her Bucky, even in her head?

"Hey! You aren't supposed to look at my phone!" Bucky tried to turn to her, but her big toe poked his side in warning for him not to do so.

"I'm not." She shrugged, carefully adding a small section of hair to one strand before crossing it over the strand in the middle and repeating with the further and third strand.

"You were though," Bucky mumbled, scrolling down his messages, trying to find a normal, decent one.

"Why do you even have the app if you don't ever use it!" She asked in frustration, going back with the strand between her fingers because she almost messed up.

"Maybe I'll use it tonight. She looks cute," Bucky muttered, holding up the phone for her to see the smiling selfie of a brunette.

"Nah." She denied, trying to focus on correctly crossing each strand over the other.

"Blue is definitely her colour," Bucky mumbled while checking out another photo of his Tinder match in blue bikinis, earning himself another hair pull.

"Ow!"

"Sorry." She smirked, shrugging in fake apology.

"Are you jealous, doll?" Bucky smirked.

"Excuse you?" She laughed, hoping he couldn't hear how loud her heart was beating behind his head. She was jealous and she couldn't get caught being jealous.

"I'm just saying, someone seems bitter because they haven't gotten any in a while." Bucky shrugged jokingly.

"And whose fault is that?" She grinned in relief.

"Don't you dare say Alpine's."

"I was gonna say yours actually."

"Yeah, okay, blame it on me." Bucky teased, not noticing her face scrunching up in a frown as she watched his thumbs hovering over the keyboard, contemplating whether or not to message the blue bikini girl back, or the smile that replaced that frown when he decided not to and closed the app.

"Do you wanna watch a movie tonight? I think 27 Dresses is next on the list." He suggested instead, carefully throwing his head back on one of her thighs, soft, blue eyes awaiting her response.

Nearing the end of the braid, she let him lean back and let herself look into his beautiful eyes for a second.

"But I thought blue was her colour." She bit back a smile, fingers still tangled in his hair.

"And annoying is yours." Bucky huffed, turning his head back, crossing his muscular arms over his chest like a big baby.

"You love me." She didn't care how evident her smile was in her voice as she fetched a clear elastic from the box to secure the end of the braid.

"I do." Bucky sighed, wishing she knew the actual amount of truth those two words carried.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome." She threw back playfully, gathering his hair in her hands to roll it before twisting it into a bun.

Bucky chuckled at her response, moving his head from side to side.

"Stop shaking your head!" She tsked and Bucky stilled in place, letting her continue to handle his hair.

She held the low bun in place before slipping three poppy pins in Bucky's hair, fixing it in.

"Okay okay, I'm done. Turn around." Bucky twisted his body and turned to see her proud smile and couldn't help but smile back.

She was so cute when she was excited. He'd let her braid his hair every day forever if it meant he could see that smile.

"How does it look?" He wondered, one hand resting on her knee.

"Beautiful! It looks so good!" She said, happiness flooding her senses as she took in the beautiful man before her, holding up her square mirror for him to take a look.

Bucky stared at his reflection, lost in thought as his eyes fixated on the braid adorning the side of his head without really seeing it.

"You don't like it." Her smile dropped and her hands dropped the mirror, her thumbnail starting to pick on the tips of her fingers.

Bucky snapped out of his head when the mirror shifted from its place and he could no longer look at himself.

"What? No, no, doll, I like it. It looks perfect."

"You're just saying that." She pouted, putting the mirror beside her, and retracted her legs from around him, bringing them up to cross on the couch.

Her thumb scratched harder on the tips of her fingers as all excitement left her.

"No, doll, for real. I love it." Bucky reassured her, getting up on his knees, his hands taking hold of hers and stopping her nervous habit.

"Thank you." He surprised her and himself when he bowed forward, pressing his lips to the palms of her hands.

A big smile, accompanied by faint redness came back to her cheeks before her hand came up to pull out a few strands to frame Bucky's face, "you do?"

"I do." Bucky smiled back, internally content he could bring that smile back to her face.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome." She teased, her hand slapping his sassily as he laughed.

"Do the one you did the first time you braided my hair," Bucky said when he saw her struggling to decide on a way to do his hair.

"You sure? I learned a lot more complicated ones after. I had a great volunteer to practice on." She smiled warmly, her hand squeezing his shoulder.

"I'm sure. I want the one that started it all." Bucky nodded, returning her smile, tilting his head to kiss her hand on his shoulder.

~

From that day on, she became Bucky's free, personal hair braider (if that was a thing). Bucky let her do his hair whenever she wanted, even asking her on his own a few times too.

One of those times was before a date he was set up to go on. She didn't know how to say no to him or what her reason would be when refusing, but she wasn't just about to braid Bucky for him to go impress another girl either.

"What are you doing?!" Bucky asked when he saw her collection of nail polish sprawled on the mattress of her bed as she sat there cross-legged with one bottle in her hand.

"Painting my nails?"

"Why would you do that now! The date is in 30 minutes and I was counting on you to do my hair!"

"I'm sorry, Buck. I guess I forgot. Looks good though." She gave an apologetic smile and Bucky huffed before pulling his hair in a messy bun and leaving the house.

"I didn't forget," she said, keeping her eyes on the developing braid in her hands.

"What?" Bucky raised an eyebrow at her in the mirror.

"That time you needed me to braid your hair and I started putting nail polish on and said I forgot. I didn't."

Warmth flooded Bucky's heart at her admission and he smiled, waiting for her to continue.

"I didn't want you to go on that date." She confessed, crossing strands over one another with professionalism.

"I didn't."

"What?!" She laughed, finally meeting his eyes in the mirror.

"I took it as a bad sign that you couldn't braid my hair that day and decided not to go."

"What did you do instead? You came home at like 11 that night!"

"Hung out with Sam." He shrugged sheepishly.

"You were head over heels for me long before you told me, weren't you?" Bucky teased.

"Shut up. I still am."

~

"Bucky." He heard her call, her voice choked with tears, and his heart dropped.

"Doll, are you okay?" Bucky asked her, pulling her to his chest the second she entered his room.

"No." She cried, her hands clutching his shirt as she wrapped her arms around him.

"What is it, doll? Who do I need to punch?" Bucky rubbed her back and she laughed.

"My uterus." She sniffed, burying her face further in his chest.

"Aw, I'm sorry, doll. Do you need me to get you some painkillers?" Bucky asked, his large hand rubbing up and down her lower back, knowing it aches with the rest of her body during this time of the month.

"No." He felt her shake her head, sighing into his shirt, "already took them."

"Anything I can do?"

"Let me braid your hair?" Teary eyes gazed up at him and he let his thumb touch her warm cheek.

"Anything for you, doll." Bucky smiled, patting her back gently when she hugged him again.

"Really?" Her muffled voice asked.

"Really. I like it when you do my hair." Bucky rubbed her back.

"You do?" She smiled, sniffing again.

"I do." Bucky smiled back, swiping his thumb above her lips.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome," she replied, hugging Bucky tighter, feeling his chest shake with a laugh.

Having her braid his hair was their routine now. It was grounding to him and calming to her and connecting to both of them.

"How do I look?" Bucky asked her when she was done turning around.

"You look amazing because I did your hair." She tapped his nose, closing her eyes in fake arrogance.

"Yeah, yeah, okay." He chuckled, ready to get up from the floor.

"Wait though, lemme just…" She caught him when he was still on his knees to pull out the little hairs she pulls to frame his face.

The heat of Bucky's stare as he watched her play with the strands had her lower her hands silently and just stare back. Warm, cerulean eyes were pouring love into hers and she couldn't stop herself from dropping her gaze to Bucky's pink lips.

Bucky was so beautiful, and she'd waited for so long that she hadn't one single ounce of rationality to hold her back. Her period and hormones weren't helping either. Her hand cupped Bucky's cheek before she could think too much and she pressed her lips to his.

Bucky's body tensed for a short second but soon his eyes were closing and his mouth was moving against hers like her lips were made just to be kissed by his. It was soft and intimate and real. When she pulled away to breathe Bucky pulled her back to him by her chin, tasting her lips one more time to make sure it was actually happening before he let her have her oxygen.

"I've been waiting so long to do that." She breathed, smiling shyly.

"Me too." Bucky blushed.

"Really? You- You feel the same way?" Both her eyes and smile widened.

"I do." He nodded, his hand cupping her cheek, bringing his mouth closer to his.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome." She sighed on his lips and Bucky laughed, throwing his head back. She pulled him to her by his dog tags, kissing him deeply.

She wished she'd kissed him sooner because now she couldn't stop. She wasn't going to stop, and neither was Bucky. They had a lot to make up for.

~

"What's going on with you today?"

Bucky was nervous. They've been dating for two years; living together for three and a half and Bucky was ready to have a lifetime with her. She was his everything. He wanted exactly what they had now but wanted it all to be official.

Bucky cleared his throat. "Nothing.”

"What did you do, Buck? " She asked with a kind smile.

"I didn’t do anything," Bucky lied.

She raised an eyebrow, her knowing stare telling him to 'out with it'.

He sighed, slipping the cap off his head, “I tried braiding my hair and messed up.” He bit down.

“That’s okay. I can fix it. Come here.” She made grabby hands at his larger frame.

Bucky got on his knees before where she sat on the couch to let her have a look at his hair. A poorly braided braid existed across the back of his head. She smiled at her man’s lack of talent before letting her fingers slip through the braid to uncross the strands. When she was untangling the last bit of the braid, she noticed something shiny wrapped in the hairs. Did Bucky try using hairpins too? He was adorab- wait a minute.

That was no hairpin she was looking at.

“Buck?” Her voice shook as she glided the most beautiful ring she’s ever laid eyes on down the hair strand.

“Is that why you were so nervous to ask me to redo the braid?” She asked, trying to tease the man but her eyes were already welling up.

Bucky nodded. "Because I wanna ask you to do it forever," he said, turning around to meet her with a nervous smile, slipping his hair behind his ear.

"Bucky," she was crying; she couldn't be happier that the only man she'd wholeheartedly chosen was now choosing her too, for life.

"I thought I was done living... Before I met you, I thought it was no use looking for love or waiting for it to find me. I didn't believe it was still possible for someone like me to have or deserve it. I thought my life was over years ago and that there was no use trying. But then I moved in with you, doll. You made me want to wake up every morning. You brought the light with you every time you smiled at me whenever I walked through that door. You were the sun that kept lighting up my moon. You are my world, baby. You mean everything to me. I knew love and remembered life with you, doll. So…"

Bucky looked down at the ring nestled in the open palm of her right hand, then back up at her eyes.

"Will you do me the honor of braiding my hair till I no longer have any? Will you marry me, doll?" Bucky finally asked the question.

"Yes, Bucky, yes. A million times yes!" She nodded, crying in her hand before Bucky took it gently and slipped the elegant, diamond ring on her finger.

"I love you so much," Bucky said, wiping his own tears, kissing her hand.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome." She cried harder, still emotional, making Bucky laugh and hold her to his chest.

"I love you too, I love you so much," she mumbled, tracing his jaw.

"I know, doll." Bucky wiped her tears away, tenderly kissing her lips.

~

"I gotta go get ready," she said after pinning the last bobby pin in Bucky's bun, kissing his head.

"I can't wait to marry you." He held her hand and stood up before she could leave for the door.

"Just let me go throw on my white dress real quick and you won't have to wait anymore." She smiled, the pads of her fingers tracing his black bow tie.

He grinned to himself in the mirror after she left, trying to wrap his mind around how lucky he was as he remembered sweet moments of his own.

~

"Bucky!" She moaned aloud, probably waking up Alpine as well as a few neighbours with her constant shouting.

She was on the verge of her third orgasm and Bucky wasn't letting up. What could he do? He just loved pleasuring his girl.

"Right there," she whined, arching her back to press her mound more to his lips, her hands buried in his hair, ruining the fine work she'd done on it earlier, "please."

"Cum for me, doll. Let me feel this pussy quiver on my tongue."

Bucky's words were enough to have her pussy doing just that. She cried out his name as her fingers harshly grabbed his hair. Bucky kept licking, moaning at the taste of all that she gave him until her legs stopped shaking.

She closed her eyes as she took her breath. She was exhausted and it was late.

"Don't you fall asleep on me now, doll. I need to be inside you." Bucky pumped his length and kneeled closer.

"You do?" She grinned sleepily, but opened her legs further for him to slot his body between.

"I do." Bucky nodded, guiding his tip to her entrance.

"Of course you do; I'm aweso-OOH GOD BUCKY YES!" She mewled when his cock thrust into her, pushing her chest to his, and Bucky laughed like always before setting a pace to show her how awesome he really thought she was.

"Holy fuck! Bucky!" She screamed for him, the pleasure too much but too good.

"You ruined my braid, doll. It's only fair that I ruin your pussy in return."

~

"I do," she said with a sure smile, her eyes sparkling as she took in her man.

"And do you, James Buchanan Barnes, take-"

"I do." Bucky instantly nodded, sliding his hands around her waist and she stepped closer.

"You do?" She gave a lop-sided grin as he pulled her nearer to his chest, her fingers playing with the collar of his dark suit.

"Of course I do; you're awesome," Bucky whispered against her grinning lips before capturing them in a passionate kiss, sealing their fate together forever, till death dares do them apart.

There’s so much i want to say but i just can’t find the words to describe how this fic made me feel. First of all, can we take a brief momento to appreciate the writing and the story? cause omg–wasn’t it beautiful? 🤌🏻💗

I wanted to cry so hard while reading this but i just couldn’t want to actually stop reading it, so i had to wait till the end to break 😭 cause this-

“Of course I’ve thought about it.” He breathes out. His eyes are wide with nerves and his cheeks flushed red. The sight of it mixed with his kiss makes your heart pound. “I’ve thought about kissing you for real, not in a room filled with crew and cameras. About what it would be like to be on a date where paparazzi hasn’t been tipped off. Baby,” his hands rest on your cheeks again as he forces your eyes to meet his, “I’ve thought about it all. What it would be like to be with you, to really be with you in every way. Sometimes it’s all I think about when we’re together.”

Owwww my heart. I’m totally and completely in love with every single word of this, is purely perfection, in every sense of the word ✨

i don’t wanna do this (i don’t wanna lose this)

eighteen plus blog minors dni

summary -> it’s all fake, every piece of it scripted and perfected for the camera, even the upcoming break-up you pretend doesn’t break your heart.

words -> 2.5k

warnings -> fake relationship, use of name (bucky calls the reader by her character’s name, lucia, once) nickname uses (baby, sweetheart) co-workers/friends to lovers, no smut, not beta’d

notes -> this is for the lovely maera’s ( @ambrosiase ) hotel indigo writing challenge i absolutely love this idea mae and am so appreciative that you created this challenge, it really pushed me out of my comfort zone and i got to explore an entirely new au.  

room & service -> business meets pleasure with celebrity bucky barnes -> bucky and reader are co-stars in a fake relationship in a hotel for their final comic-con together.

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Bucky has been doing interviews with Sam all day today. 

You’ve been working together for six seasons and have both been to too many comic-cons to count. Every single one of them you and Bucky had been paired up to do interviews and photo-ops together. 

A scripted piece of a scripted relationship. Agreed upon when your characters romance began to pick up popularity and designed to look perfect until the end.

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oh babie, how come i just found thisss?😵‍💫😵‍💫

so you know you how much i love your witting so get ready cause this was something else, im on my knees for this 😩. first, you gave me a domestic Bucky oh lord

Now Bucky is a responsible Daddy and dinner isn't gonna prepare itself so he has to get up, ever so slowly sliding out of his doll so he can go get things done.

ughh this man istg. now let's move on to the spicy part pleaseee 😮‍💨

So with one hand on Bucky's right shoulder, and her thighs open and straddling his, her other hand carefully gets hold of Bucky's cock, making him throw his head back at the soft touch, before she's hooking the tip inside of her.

oh sweet lord im-🤤

He guides her lips back to his, holding the back of her head and the way she pants and moans against his mouth is making him feel high.

"I got you, baby. Cum, show me how beautiful you get when you tremble on daddy's cock," Bucky reassured, pecking her open mouth and her eyes instantly roll back as her tummy tenses.

honey you just ✨killed me✨ and i’d like to say thank you so much for doing so, this was 😮‍💨💖

hoe request no. millionth? i so sorry but not rlly 🙈🙈

soft playtime wid daddy bucky, kissin his scruffy cheeks n chin n under da chin n up n down his throat, maybe wet smooches on his adam’s apple 👀💋

jus huggin n cuddlin n little laughs 💘

headcanon/drabble/whatever you fancy

lub u mostest 💋💋

Wait inspiration just hit me—

I know you wanted fluff and laughs but you also know I'm hoe and our earlier talk didn't help so i basically, unnecessarily ran with this to smut land and i hope i have your blessings for ruining your request. Also I've never done headcanons before and i probably ruined it. Please enjoy ily:'💜 xx

Warnings: smut, nsfw, ddlg, the mention of vaginal sex, cockwarming, 18+ content.

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So let's say Bucky has fucked his baby doll nice and hard before cumming deep inside her and then she was exhausted enough to take her afternoon nap,

But she was clingy and wouldn't let Daddy pull out or leave so Bucky cuddled her close, her back to his chest with his cock still buried inside her and his lips on her shoulder until she drifted off.

Now Bucky is a responsible Daddy and dinner isn't gonna prepare itself so he has to get up, ever so slowly sliding out of his doll so he can go get things done.

Before nap time is over tho, she starts squirming in her sleep because she's feeling awfully empty and when her princess parts involuntarily clench, Daddy's cock is not there and her walls clench on themselves around nothing but sticky cum and air.

So she, understandably of course, whines and gets up to find Daddy's cock.

Bucky's done with most of the kitchen work and is taking a short break on the couch, watching some game he doesn't really care about on TV to pass the time.

She walks in all pouty and drowsy, her fist rubbing her heavy-lidded eyes and she feels slightly betrayed.

"Daddy," she mumbles, her pout intensifying as she walks over to Bucky who immediately opens his arms for her and pulls her up on his lap.

Coming from the bed directly to Bucky, she didn't even bother putting any panties on and he can smell how wet she is with both his cum from earlier and her arousal mixed together and dripping down her inner thighs.

"Doll, you're up early— baby, what're you doing?"

Bucky is speechless because she has her hands on the hem on his sweatpants and is trying to pull them down but he's sitting on them.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Bucky stops her hands, cupping her cheek and repeating his question.

"Daddy, move," she whines and Bucky listens, amused and waiting to see where she's going with this. He's already semi hard just from smelling her anyway.

He lifts his butt up and she manages to pull the pants down his thick thighs, revealing his cock to her. She's relieved just at the sight of it.

She doesn't care that he's not even fully hard yet, she needs to be filled up. She's cold without Daddy's cock. She's empty.

So with one hand on Bucky's right shoulder, and her thighs open and straddling his, her other hand carefully gets hold of Bucky's cock, making him throw his head back at the soft touch, before she's hooking the tip inside of her.

She sighs when he's not even fully inside her yet, just the tip opening her up is making her feel good already.

Bucky watches, eyes darkening as he bites down, and he has to employ every ounce of self control he has in him not to fully push himself inside her.

She feeds her hungry pussy Bucky's thick cock inch by inch, her hand coming up to rest on Bucky's other shoulder when there isn't much left and she pushes her hips down, completely seating herself on his cock, the last inch stretching her so good she wants to cry.

Bucky presses his lips to her sighing ones and instantly feels her pussy clamp down on him. Oh she's always so responsive he adores it.

"Jus' wanna stay like dis," she whispers as she breaks off the kiss, her lips brushing the corner of Bucky's mouth, above his lips and on his nose.

His stubbly cheeks tickle her lips and she clenches around Bucky again, making him groan.

She kisses his chin and Bucky can't help but bring her mouth back to his again, sliding his tongue in her mouth, tasting her and kissing her like he wants to eat her; like he wants to devour her (he does).

Her pussy flutters once more and Bucky throws his head back. Her lips are back on his chin, wetly kissing down and under the chin, gliding down his neck and kitten licking when she reaches his Adam's apple. He swallows a chocked moan, not knowing what's gotten into her but he's not complaining, and she starts teething at it before planting a long kiss there.

Bucky moves his right hand up her thigh, gently caressing before he's reached his destination at her clit. His thumb slowly starts to circle the sensitive nub and she mewls, her lips vibrating on his skin. Her pussy is so warm and wet and tight around him and is continuously clamping down on him with every roll of his finger on her clit. Bucky is in couch heaven.

She kisses her way back up his neck, nibbling a little at his jaw. Her lips trail behind Daddy's ear and she presses long kisses to the spots that has Bucky's toes curling.

Bucky knows she's close, he can feel it in the way her cunt is clamping down on his dick, clinging onto it for dear life, pulling him inside even more if that was possible.

He guides her lips back to his, holding the back of her head and the way she pants and moans against his mouth is making him feel high.

Bucky's high on her, the taste of her lips, the feel of her tight, silky walls around his cock, the sounds she makes and how needy she is for all of it.

"Cum for me, doll," the order is soft, more caring than demanding and it has her pushing her chest to Bucky's as her whines grow louder and Bucky's thumb rub her faster.

"Daddy," she keens, her fingernails digging into Bucky's shoulders, her eyes fighting to stay open and on his.

"I got you, baby. Cum, show me how beautiful you get when you tremble on daddy's cock," Bucky reassured, pecking her open mouth and her eyes instantly roll back as her tummy tenses.

The coil in there tightens and tightens until it snaps and her thighs are quivering and she falls apart on top of Bucky.

Bucky's thumb slows down circling her clit, riding her orgasm out for her until she can't shake anymore, whining as her hand clutches his wrist to stop him.

Her body tiredly leans forward, her forehead falling to Bucky's left shoulder as she tries to regulate her breath.

"What was that about, baby doll?" Bucky whispers in her ear, his hand away from her sensitive clit and rubbing up and down her back soothingly.

She can hear the smile in his question before she turns her head, her hot cheek resting on the vibranium part of Bucky's shoulder. It feels so nice against her warm skin.

She smiles tiredly, her face heating up even more after she realizes what she'd done and how needy she'd acted, "felt empty without you, dada."

The shy admission as well as the way she pushes her face in Bucky's shoulder after to hide have the man's heart soaring. She was adorable and she was all his.

Bucky's ego is reaching the clouds when he realizes she couldn't bear being empty of his cock that the minute she woke up and realized she was, she wanted it to be in her again as fast as possible.

"I'll always be here to fill you up, doll. You'll never feel empty, I promise."

~~

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oof babie i’m glad you did because i’m a whore for the cockwarming 😵‍💫

i can’t stop myself, i feel like i spam u so much every time i weblog your stuff i just that it’s SO SO GOOD AND I LOVE EVERY PART OF IT 💖

i love you i love you i love you 💗

hoe request no. millionth? i so sorry but not rlly 🙈🙈

soft playtime wid daddy bucky, kissin his scruffy cheeks n chin n under da chin n up n down his throat, maybe wet smooches on his adam’s apple 👀💋

jus huggin n cuddlin n little laughs 💘

headcanon/drabble/whatever you fancy

lub u mostest 💋💋

Wait inspiration just hit me—

I know you wanted fluff and laughs but you also know I'm hoe and our earlier talk didn't help so i basically, unnecessarily ran with this to smut land and i hope i have your blessings for ruining your request. Also I've never done headcanons before and i probably ruined it. Please enjoy ily:'💜 xx

Warnings: smut, nsfw, ddlg, the mention of vaginal sex, cockwarming, 18+ content.

empty

So let's say Bucky has fucked his baby doll nice and hard before cumming deep inside her and then she was exhausted enough to take her afternoon nap,

But she was clingy and wouldn't let Daddy pull out or leave so Bucky cuddled her close, her back to his chest with his cock still buried inside her and his lips on her shoulder until she drifted off.

Now Bucky is a responsible Daddy and dinner isn't gonna prepare itself so he has to get up, ever so slowly sliding out of his doll so he can go get things done.

Before nap time is over tho, she starts squirming in her sleep because she's feeling awfully empty and when her princess parts involuntarily clench, Daddy's cock is not there and her walls clench on themselves around nothing but sticky cum and air.

So she, understandably of course, whines and gets up to find Daddy's cock.

Bucky's done with most of the kitchen work and is taking a short break on the couch, watching some game he doesn't really care about on TV to pass the time.

She walks in all pouty and drowsy, her fist rubbing her heavy-lidded eyes and she feels slightly betrayed.

"Daddy," she mumbles, her pout intensifying as she walks over to Bucky who immediately opens his arms for her and pulls her up on his lap.

Coming from the bed directly to Bucky, she didn't even bother putting any panties on and he can smell how wet she is with both his cum from earlier and her arousal mixed together and dripping down her inner thighs.

"Doll, you're up early— baby, what're you doing?"

Bucky is speechless because she has her hands on the hem on his sweatpants and is trying to pull them down but he's sitting on them.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Bucky stops her hands, cupping her cheek and repeating his question.

"Daddy, move," she whines and Bucky listens, amused and waiting to see where she's going with this. He's already semi hard just from smelling her anyway.

He lifts his butt up and she manages to pull the pants down his thick thighs, revealing his cock to her. She's relieved just at the sight of it.

She doesn't care that he's not even fully hard yet, she needs to be filled up. She's cold without Daddy's cock. She's empty.

So with one hand on Bucky's right shoulder, and her thighs open and straddling his, her other hand carefully gets hold of Bucky's cock, making him throw his head back at the soft touch, before she's hooking the tip inside of her.

She sighs when he's not even fully inside her yet, just the tip opening her up is making her feel good already.

Bucky watches, eyes darkening as he bites down, and he has to employ every ounce of self control he has in him not to fully push himself inside her.

She feeds her hungry pussy Bucky's thick cock inch by inch, her hand coming up to rest on Bucky's other shoulder when there isn't much left and she pushes her hips down, completely seating herself on his cock, the last inch stretching her so good she wants to cry.

Bucky presses his lips to her sighing ones and instantly feels her pussy clamp down on him. Oh she's always so responsive he adores it.

"Jus' wanna stay like dis," she whispers as she breaks off the kiss, her lips brushing the corner of Bucky's mouth, above his lips and on his nose.

His stubbly cheeks tickle her lips and she clenches around Bucky again, making him groan.

She kisses his chin and Bucky can't help but bring her mouth back to his again, sliding his tongue in her mouth, tasting her and kissing her like he wants to eat her; like he wants to devour her (he does).

Her pussy flutters once more and Bucky throws his head back. Her lips are back on his chin, wetly kissing down and under the chin, gliding down his neck and kitten licking when she reaches his Adam's apple. He swallows a chocked moan, not knowing what's gotten into her but he's not complaining, and she starts teething at it before planting a long kiss there.

Bucky moves his right hand up her thigh, gently caressing before he's reached his destination at her clit. His thumb slowly starts to circle the sensitive nub and she mewls, her lips vibrating on his skin. Her pussy is so warm and wet and tight around him and is continuously clamping down on him with every roll of his finger on her clit. Bucky is in couch heaven.

She kisses her way back up his neck, nibbling a little at his jaw. Her lips trail behind Daddy's ear and she presses long kisses to the spots that has Bucky's toes curling.

Bucky knows she's close, he can feel it in the way her cunt is clamping down on his dick, clinging onto it for dear life, pulling him inside even more if that was possible.

He guides her lips back to his, holding the back of her head and the way she pants and moans against his mouth is making him feel high.

Bucky's high on her, the taste of her lips, the feel of her tight, silky walls around his cock, the sounds she makes and how needy she is for all of it.

"Cum for me, doll," the order is soft, more caring than demanding and it has her pushing her chest to Bucky's as her whines grow louder and Bucky's thumb rub her faster.

"Daddy," she keens, her fingernails digging into Bucky's shoulders, her eyes fighting to stay open and on his.

"I got you, baby. Cum, show me how beautiful you get when you tremble on daddy's cock," Bucky reassured, pecking her open mouth and her eyes instantly roll back as her tummy tenses.

The coil in there tightens and tightens until it snaps and her thighs are quivering and she falls apart on top of Bucky.

Bucky's thumb slows down circling her clit, riding her orgasm out for her until she can't shake anymore, whining as her hand clutches his wrist to stop him.

Her body tiredly leans forward, her forehead falling to Bucky's left shoulder as she tries to regulate her breath.

"What was that about, baby doll?" Bucky whispers in her ear, his hand away from her sensitive clit and rubbing up and down her back soothingly.

She can hear the smile in his question before she turns her head, her hot cheek resting on the vibranium part of Bucky's shoulder. It feels so nice against her warm skin.

She smiles tiredly, her face heating up even more after she realizes what she'd done and how needy she'd acted, "felt empty without you, dada."

The shy admission as well as the way she pushes her face in Bucky's shoulder after to hide have the man's heart soaring. She was adorable and she was all his.

Bucky's ego is reaching the clouds when he realizes she couldn't bear being empty of his cock that the minute she woke up and realized she was, she wanted it to be in her again as fast as possible.

"I'll always be here to fill you up, doll. You'll never feel empty, I promise."

~~

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i’m gonna need a whole series of this, it’s just to cute and i loveeee it 🥺💖

Your Name.

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summary:  Bucky doesn’t like to leave his room at the tower. And he doesn’t know who you are yet. But paths always cross.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader 

word count: 1.2k

tags: mentions of blood, wounds and bullets, mentions of trauma and nightmares, all that good Bucky stuff 

A/N: Who can resist a good wound wrapping / bonding sesh? Not me.

*****

Bucky Barnes didn’t know your name.

He only ever saw you from a distance, a little spec helping an injured Rhodey or maybe Wanda off the quinjet after a botched mission. The back of your head became familiar too, hurrying down the hallway away from him, on its way to something infinitely more interesting than the old guy down the hall.

It’s not like you were the one evading him, you were just different people. You actually left your room during daylight hours and Bucky was unintentionally convincing the tower that he was nocturnal…and maybe an actual vampire. That’s what Clint said. 

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i read Lost a long time ago and i was so excited for the second part but somehow i forgot about it. but now that i find it oh god, i’m in love with thissss 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫💗

Found

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Summary: you decide to take Bucky up on his offer to thank you for returning Alpine.

Warnings: smut! Oral (f recieving), fingering, unprotected sex. THIS BLOG IS 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI.

Author's Note: well here it is! You can read part 1 here. I've never done a part 2 to a story really so I hope this doesn't disappoint! I hope you enjoy this, as always reblogs and comments are super appreciated (word count: 2.2k)

Thanks again for taking care of Alpine, if you can’t tell I think she’s missed you. If you’re not busy I’d love to thank you properly. How does pizza sound? You know where to find me, come on up when you’re ready x

You couldn't help the little squeal that escapes you as you hold the note to your chest.

After 30 minutes of changing from outfit to outfit - not wanting to look overdressed but also not wanting to look like a slob, you decided on a pair of leggings you knew made your ass look great and your old college sweater. You triple checked your hair and makeup was in place and you found yourself knocking on Bucky's door with Alpine in your arms.

"I was starting to worry you weren't going to come up," Bucky smirks when he opens the door to his apartment.

"Well I've never been one to turn down free food," you chuckled as you step closer, letting Alpine jump out of your arms and onto Bucky’s shoulder, “plus it’s hard to say no to that cute little face.”

“You think I’m cute, doll?”

“I was talking about Alpine.”

Bucky chuckles at that before moving away from the door and gesturing for you to follow. His apartment was the same layout as yours but looked more spacious due to less plants and knick knacks dotted around. You follow him into the living room and take a seat on his plush, grey sofa when he offers for you to sit.

“Want a beer?” he asks, letting Alpine jump off his shoulder and onto your lap.

One beer soon turned into two and then three and the next thing you knew you were both laughing, bellys fully and cheeks aching as you recounted the disaster of your last date.

"Honestly, I don't know why I ever thought a blind date would be a good idea," you snort, causing Bucky to laugh even louder which sets you off further.

Once both of your laughter dies down there's a brief moment of silence as you both stare at one another. You don't miss the way his eyes dart to your lips, your tongue slowly peeking out across your bottom lip.

You weren’t sure who made the first move and the moment your lips touched you didn’t care. It was a clash of lips and tongues, moaning into each other's mouths as two sets of hands tried to touch everywhere and anywhere they could.

Bucky wasted no time in pulling you onto his lap and pulling your sweater over your head when you separated from his lips to catch your breath. His lips attaching to your neck, sucking and nibbling as your hips rock into his, gasping when you feel his hard cock underneath you.

“Fuck,” Bucky grunts as you continue to rock your hips, “gonna be the death of me, doll.”

His lips were back on yours in a second, swallowing your moan as his hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements. You bring your hands up to his hair tugging slightly, smirking and clenching at the growl that falls past Bucky’s lips.

Before you knew it you were in the air as Bucky lifted you, his hands had a firm hold of your ass as your legs wrapped around his waist. His lips never leave your skin, moving from your jaw to your collarbone and back again as he moves across the apartment to his bedroom. You let out a soft oof as your back hits a soft surface, your eyes fluttering open to see you were now sprawled out on his bed.

Bucky crawls his way up your body, marking your stomach and chest with kisses as he reaches behind you to undo your bra, throwing it behind him. You arch into him when his lips wrap around a nipple, his cool metal hand playing with the other as a moan slips past your lips followed by a giggle as something fluffy nuzzles your face.

You open your eyes to see Alpine sitting by your head. At your giggle Bucky draws his attention away from your breasts, a smile breaking onto his face as he sees Alpine nosing at your cheek.

“Not the time,” Bucky grumbles as he sits up reaching over to pick Alpine up before heading towards the door.

"Alpine you've been a great help so far but you're too young to see what's about to happen. You can join in on the cuddles after,'' Bucky murmurs as he shoos the cat out of the room before closing the door. You can’t help but giggle as you hear a whiny meow from the other side of the door.

Your chuckle soon gets stuck in your throat when Bucky turns his attention back to you. His blue eyes are now darker than you’ve ever seen them as he stalks his way over to you. He lifts his shirt over his head and you can’t help the way your eyes roam over his bare torso. Fuck is the only word you can manage to think of and by the grin on Bucky’s face you actually said it aloud.

His cool, metal fingers wrap around your ankle gently as he raises it towards his lips where he presses a tender kiss. You sigh in contentment at the touch of his lips before your yelping as he pulls you to the edge of the bed, letting out another giggle as he settles between your legs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as his nose nudges against your jaw, his lips following until they reach your own.

The kiss is soft and sweet as you both enjoy the feeling of each other. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingernails scratching at his scalp as his tongue caresses yours. You decide then and there that you could spend the rest of your life doing this.

Bucky pulls away and chuckles lightly as you try and chase his lips with your own before he’s trailing soft kisses across your jaw, down your neck - where he bites and sucks a mark that you know will be a pain to cover, but you’re too far gone to care.

Satisfied with the blooming bruise on your neck, Bucky moves further down, teasing your nipples until you're whimpering and arching into him.

“Bucky, please,” you whisper, surprising yourself with how quickly you’ve resorted to begging.

“Don’t worry, doll,” Bucky murmurs against your stomach between kisses, “I’m gonna make ya feel so good,” continuing his path downwards. When he reaches your leggings he wastes no time in tearing them, along with your panties, down your legs.

Now bare in front of him, you can’t help but to start feeling a bit self conscious. Before you can bring your legs together he’s back between them, large hands spreading your knees apart as he lowers himself to his knees, pulling you right to the edge of the bed.

You can feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest and you swear it skips a beat when you feel Bucky’s warm breath tickle your inner thighs. He kisses his way from one thigh to the other, his breath fanning against your core as he moves from the left to the right. Only when you're a writhing, whimpering mess does he take pity on you, licking a broad strip up your slit before circling your clit.

You can’t find it in you to be embarrassed about the sound you let out when he’s making you feel this good.

“You taste so good, fuck, could spend hours between these legs,” the vibrations of his voice making you keen more, “maybe next time though,” he winks at you before diving in again.

You don't have a chance to respond as Bucky's tongue circles your clit. Reaching down, you run your fingers through his hair, tugging when you feel two fingers push inside of you.

Bucky's fingers picked up the pace, curling in just the right way to have your toes curling.

"Fuck, yes right there," you pant, "please don't stop."

"You gonna come pretty girl? Need you to come for me."

The moan you let out as the coil inside you shatters is almost pornographic, you can barely hear Bucky's soft praises over that and the lewd sounds coming from his fingers inside of you.

"I can still feel you clenching around my fingers, doll," Bucky hums, kissing up your thigh before sitting up and slowly removing his fingers. He maintains eye contact with you as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, groaning as he tastes your release on them.

"Have you ever used your metal fingers on any one?" you ask before you can stop yourself.

He pauses and you think you've crossed a line, an apology on the tip of your tongue until a devilish smirk tugs at his lips.

"You wanna feel what these can do huh?" He questions, running his metal fingers slowly up your stomach until he reaches your breast where he pinches your nipple lightly. You nod your head enthusiastically, a pitiful yes falling from your lips.

Bucky chuckles, standing up to tug his pants and boxers off before he's crawling back over you. "I'll make sure to remember that for next time doll 'cause right now I just gotta be inside ya."

You can hear the restraint in his voice as he hovers over you. One hand by your head, the other grasping his hard cock as he runs it up and down your slit, waiting for your permission to go further.

"You ready, doll? Tell me if you wanna stop."

Wrapping your legs around his waist, your hands in his hair as you tug his face down to yours for a deep kiss. Whispering against his lips, "please fuck me, Bucky. I want you."

Bucky almost growls at your plea, returning the kiss as he slowly pushes into you, the both of you moaning at the feeling.

"Fuck, you feel amazing, like you were made for my cock."

You were speechless, the stretch of his cock was unlike anything you'd had before and he was hitting spots inside you that you never knew existed.

Bucky set a steady pace to begin with. Just wanting to savour the feeling of you. His lips continued to press gentle kisses to your own between whispered praises.

You could feel your orgasm slowly building and you knew you needed a little more. "Fuck, Bucky, need you, ah shit, faster," you stuttered out.

Bucky didn't need anymore convincing as he doubled down. His pace quickened. The sound of skin slapping, your whines and whimpers and Bucky's grunts and curses filled the air.

Your breath hitched when you felt his cool metal fingers descend down your body. Your back arching when they reached your clit, rubbing tight circles that had you keening.

"Shit, just like that, don't stop, gonna come," you chanted.

"I'm right there with ya pretty girl, want you to come with me. Need to feel you soak my cock."

His words had you tumbling over the edge. Your release triggered his own as you held onto him tighter. His groans in your ear was possibly the sexiest thing you'd ever heard.

The both of you laid there for a moment, catching your breaths. Bucky brought his forehead to rest on yours.

"I promise I did only intend to invite you over for pizza," he chuckled, pulling back slightly and brushing some hair from your forehead.

"Well I only intended to come over for pizza and to bring your wingman back."

Bucky's lips brushed against yours in a soft kiss that had your heart swooning.

"I want you to know that I don't want this to be a one time thing, doll," Bucky's cheeks tinged pink as he spoke and it was the most endearing thing you'd ever seen. "I don't do this type of thing often but there was just something about you that I couldn't get off my mind and now I definitely won't be able to stop thinking about you."

You smiled at him as you cupped his stubbly cheek, "I am definitely okay with this being more than a one time thing. But I gotta say, I think you might have some competition for my attention with a certain fur ball."

"Speaking of, I better go let her in or she's not gonna be happy with me. Something tells me she likes you more already."

You chuckled as Bucky got out of bed, pulling his boxers on and heading out his bedroom. You followed him after pulling your underwear and leggings on.

"Where's Alpine?"

"I haven't got a clue."

"Well the window’s open and I'm pretty sure mine is so 5 bucks says she's in my apartment?" you observed, picking your sweater up off the living room floor before walking over to Bucky. You place your hands on his bare chest, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"How about we go check and I can show you my bedroom and you can show me what those metal fingers can do?"

Thank you so much for reading! I really hope you enjoyed 🥰 as always, comments and reblogs are super appreciated ❤️

this is probably weird but when he said-

"I'm not going to fuck you."

holy fuck. the angst. the dominance. ughh

"Don't you forget how perfect you are." He whispered and slapped his hands on your thighs making you give a small scream of surprise, "You hear me? Fuckin' perfect."

this hit different, it’s so hot 😩

THIS MAKES ME GO FERAL OMG?? ITS SO GOOD I LOVE IT

also can i request a 🐱 slapping and oral sex with bucky?? not too hard maybe, just the right amount of it 😏 thanks!!

I mean, come on guys, you're on a roll with these asks. I can say it with my whole heart, that I've been thinking about the prompt for days. I've also been thinking about what just right the amount would like and how just how perfect it could be. and I thought -- why not make it a little fuckin' tense in here? every couple has their bad days including our favorite one under the cut.

also "feral" made me laugh out loud. ily. also same.

MINORS DNI WITH THIS POST OR MY BLOG.

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count: 2.9k

warnings: welp, smut. pussy slapping, oral sex, masturbation, a bit of roughness, dirty talk, talk about body/overall insecurity, ANGST. pls notify me of any warnings I overlooked.

my inbox is open for dirty, filthy, or sweet requests or those thoughts roaming in your head.

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"What's this?" Bucky's hand caressed a box you had halfway open and laying on his bed. Having come to the Tower straight after work, you didn't stop at your apartment to drop off the box of clothes you had delivered to the office. You stopped having packages delivered to your place when your annoying shit of a neighbor let his dog piss on the packages that were left at your front door.

"Some new clothes," You said pulling out a tiny green halter dress. And by tiny, you meant tiny. You had checked the measurements before ordering but honestly looked like there wasn't much validity to their sizing.

Fuck.

You debated just trying it all on anyway and decided to just so you make sure. Maybe it just looks smaller straight out the package. Maybe it stretches out a little. Maybe.

Bucky had just finished a big meeting so he was slightly restless and just a bit irritated. So, he was ecstatic to find you bent over, taking off your shoes when he first walked into his room after hearing people essentially lecture him for two hours.

"Mm, gonna wear any of these to dinner tonight?" Bucky looked at you for permission and once you nodded, he started pulling out the clothes you bought. Dresses, skirts, a few tops...

You snorted," If anything fits." Bucky paused briefly and furrowed his eyebrows. Not wanting to give what you said much attention, he shook his head and continued laying out the clothes on his bed.

"I'm gonna go try this on," You whispered when you noticed the silence that followed your comment. It wasn't like you were fishing for compliments but rather just telling the truth. You did want to wear one of your new dresses but you were also damn sure some of this stuff won't fit.

" 'Kay," Was all Bucky said as you walked into his bathroom. You shut the door behind you and started undressing. You heard a whisper of Bucky's voice that said 'Why the fuck did she go into the bathroom?' and almost cringed at his question. Any other day, you would have stripped and tried on your clothes right in front of Bucky but today was different.

Today was very different.

Some days you just don't feel like yourself. There are some days you don't feel sexy. Some days you don't feel all the ways Bucky says you are. You had woken up in a shitty mood and when the zipper on your jeans broke, all hell broke loose in your head.

You weren't being particularly nice to yourself today. You thought your mind would stop criticizing yourself as the day moved along but that was far from the truth. If anything, it got worse.

The strapless, white maxi dress clung to every curve possible. You wanted to rip the dress off. But when Bucky knocked on the door and asked if he could see you, you let those butterflies do the talking. His voice was soft and almost, empathetic in a way you couldn't explain.

Pushing open the door, Bucky took a few steps back and his eyes widened. You knew Bucky like the back of your hand but right now, so far removed from yourself, you couldn't tell what the heart of his reaction was.

"You look beautiful, baby." Bucky held out his hand to which you grabbed. He raised your arm up and urged you to do a little twirl. You complied but you couldn't produce the smile you usually do.

"It's a little small, no?" You disconnected from his limbs and rubbed down the front of your dress. Every bit of softness about yourself was out there in the open with this dress, "I'm going to return it."

"What-why? You look amazing, honey."

"I'm just going to return it. "

Bucky started and then stopped.

He took a deep breath and nodded," Okay," He said," Whatever you want."

You couldn't help but let anger wash over you.

"What's that tone for?" You spit. You knew that question was uncalled for and quite unnecessary. You should have just went on to try the next thing but something about the way Bucky said his last statement, made anger and insecurity rush through your body.

"All I said was okay. Do whatever you want. You're going to do it anyway," He laughter on his breath and turned to sit in his big reading chair.

You rolled your eyes," What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Like I said, sweetheart. Do what you want. Return the fuckin' dress, I don't care. I'm not making an argument out of nothing." He settled down in the chair and pulled out his phone," Don't try on another damn thing and return it all."

"You're such a dick."

"And you're acting like a 12-year-old." Bucky gestured out his hands and when you didn't say anything, he looked down at his screen, "Obviously you had a bad day and I'm not letting you take it out on me instead of just talking to me about it."

You hiked up the bottom of the dress to right and under your bum so you could sit comfortably on his bed. Bucky made you no mind as he tapped through his phone.

You sat there for a few moments before tugging off the dress and grabbing the short, green one. You could see out of the corner of your eye, Bucky's hooded eyes staring at you but you continued on until the halter dress embraced your frame.

You scoffed, look through the big mirror Bucky had above his dresser.

"I look ridiculous."

"Oh my god," Bucky mocked you and gave you an irritated smirk. As much as you were acting like a brat, so was Bucky. You just needed him to listen to you right now and his delivery of comfort was coming off the wrong way. But, you were the one to start to turn this into a tense situation. You could not care less of who could be more to blame but rather you both were at fault for just not communicating properly.

"Do not try on another damn thing. I don't want to hear it. You look so fuckin' good in everything you put on and I'm not just going to sit here and watch you talk shit about yourself." Bucky sunk further in his chair," And forget dinner. We'll probably have a shit time."

"Fuck you."

"What did you just say to me?"

It wasn't like this, much between you and Bucky. The harsh words, bold statements, and anger rising was not the norm. But, today was not the norm for either of you.

"You heard what I said," You hissed, "But just for you, I'll say it again." You had started stuffing all the new clothes back in the box," James Buchanan Barnes. Fuck you."

Bucky was on you in second. His metal arm gripped the back of your neck, as you were still facing the bed. He hovered behind you and leaned down to whisper in your ear," You don't talk to me like that."

"Well, I just did. You don't control shit."

Bucky pulled you flushed against him. You could feel the hardness of his dick against your ass, and Bucky pulled you closer to it.

" That's where you're wrong, " He started," Ever since I've seen what this dick," Bucky thrusted hard into your back with that last word,"... can do to you. I control everything."

"Bucky-"

"Stop talking, right now. Every fuckin' word that has come out of your mouth has been talking badly about me or badly at this sweet sexy body and I am sick of hearing it."

You felt your walls breaking down, emotional coming strong," I'm sorry." You reached back to grab his dick through his pants," I'm sorry." You rubbed your palm up and down the clothed shaft, feeling the firmness of it. Just stroking Bucky's dick made you wet and you wanted to curse to the heavens for making that so.

Bucky moaned," That's what I want to hear." Bucky used his flesh hand to grab your ass, massaging with his fingers," Do you just know how fuckin' sexy you are all the time? How much I want to get my dick inside of you, every time I lay eyes on you, baby?" You whimpered as he moved his hand to cup your core," See, even angry at you, my dick wants to feel that pussy."

You grinded yourself on his fingers, glad that you chose just a tiny thong today (a way to get you to feel good this morning). Bucky pushed your underwear to the side and caressed a finger up and down your slit, gathering the wetness on his fingers. He went to pinch your clit making you choke on air and try to pull away from him. Bucky brought you right back, pinched it again, and then threw you on the bed.

The box of clothes jumped and fell to the floor much to Bucky's satisfaction. You tried to sit up but Bucky pushed you back down. He gave you a look of warning and you listened, laying back down. He zipped down his pants, letting the print of his dick in his briefs come to light. You pushed down a sob at just the look of that, wanting so badly to see his cock.

Bucky answered your prayers because he leaned down to remove all the clothes on his bottom half, letting you get your chance to see his dick. The tip was so wet with precum your pussy clenched at the sight. Your nipples hardened when you oogled at just how thick and hard he was, wanting nothing more than to have that anywhere inside your body it could get.

"I'm not going to fuck you."

You whined.

"Girls that act like you did tonight don't get the treat of getting fucked." He said, starting to jerk himself off, " They get lessons and they maybe get to come." Bucky's hand beat his dick, squeezing and tugging his cock. His eyes roamed up and down your body, not holding back his pleasure at the sight of you.

"You see what the fuckin' dress is doing to me? Making me fuck himself- You are so beautiful, sweetheart," He groaned," So perfect in that dress."

You wanted to reach down and touch yourself but you could imagine that was off the table.

"Turn around for me, baby. Show me your ass." You did as you were told and went on all fours, arching your back to make your ass the focal point. You could hear Bucky's breaths get sharper, get faster so you threw a hand behind you to slap your ass. With a stretch of your neck, you were able to look back at Bucky jacking off. His shirt was pulled up a bit showing you his strong tummy and a small patch of hair.

You arched your back deeper and edged of the bottom hem of your dress, giving Bucky a good look at your ass cheeks in your thong.

He grunted, pumping harder and throwing his hips in the same rhythm.

"You sure you don't want to fuck me?" You wiggled your bottom and bounced it a bit," You sure you don't want to fuck your pussy?" You were so wet, Bucky could see just how soaked you were through your damp panties.

Bucky shook his head and slowed down his hand," You don't deserve that. And I don't appreciate you trying to tease me into it." He spit out. You could almost cry at how wet and ready you were for him and the fact that he wasn't going to fuck you made you insane.

Bucky delivered a slap to your ass and told you to lay on your back. His dick still hard and naked, you licked your lips and pulled down the halter top letting your tits bounce and free. You didn't care -- you wanted your boyfriend inside of you and would do any teasing you could to get that.

Bucky came to the side of the bed and with a hand on your breasts and one on your core, he gave you some of the pleasure you had been craving. He eased off your thong and a cold rush of air hit your core. When he started rubbing your pussy, you hummed out of pure bliss. Bucky let his fingers massage your lower lips, your wetness squishing and sounding off with every movement.

Your eyes were squeezed tight, focusing hard on trying to come from this. Bucky gripped your flesh and then sharpness hit your pussy. Gasping you shot open your eyes to see Bucky rubbing your core again and then repeated his action again, slapping your swollen lips.

"Bucky!" You yelped at and tried to shut your legs. He tapped your thighs and then spanked your pussy again before uttering a 'don't' that was too jarring to argue with.

You thrusted the air when he continued to strike your core. Your body reacted in mysterious ways -- wetness flowing out, your nipples pebbling, your mouth getting moist.

His taps were sharp and cold making your body warm all over. You pleaded apologies and told how fucking sorry you were.

'You are so fuckin' beautiful. I don't want to hear any of that negative fall out your mouth.'

Bucky took your chin in his hand, still giving your well-paced slaps before getting on his knees on the mattress. His cock hovered over your mouth, almost mocking at your need for it.

"Put my dick in your mouth," His voice was husky. When your eyes winded out and you frowned because you wanted his dick somewhere else right now, Bucky gave a hard smack to your pussy.

"What did I say? You're not getting this dick in there, tonight." Bucky put his knees on each side of your head and lowered down his lips," Open that pretty little mouth." The tip rubbed against your lips and you couldn't help but drop your jaw down.

Bucky's cock dipped down into your mouth, filling it up quickly and fully. You blinked your eyes at him when he just stayed put. Bucky groaned and let his eyes look down at you, barely open.

"I should just keep my dick in your mouth and you wouldn't be able to say shit."

Bucky plunged further down in your mouth until his balls hit your chin. His eyes crossed when the tip his the back of your throat and that's when decided to squeeze your mouth around him.

Bucky reached back to slap your pussy again, saying nothing and started to bounce his dick up and down into your mouth. He fucked your mouth sloppily, allowing for the mix of your salvia and his precum to get all over your face. Your eyes started to water as the tip hit your gag reflex.

"You can touch yourself."

You didn't have to be told twice. You roughly flicked your clit, rubbing hard against your pussy, trying your best to still be attentive to Bucky. You even gave your own slap to your core, wanting so badly to come.

"Look at you. Your mouth all stuff with my big fuckin' dick. Can't say a word." Bucky almost laughed out a groan," And you like it-- You love it. That pussy is so fuckin' wet, I just know." You moaned around his making vibrations collide with his cock. Bucky sighed loudly and started to fuck your mouth harder.

You couldn't say a word, wanting so badly to tell Bucky how good his dick felt in your mouth. How fuckin' wet his dick made you.

Bucky pushed into your mouth one especially hard time making you huff for air. He waited there, letting you choke and sputter before pulling out. You heaved and then dropped your mouth open for more.

"So hungry for this dick, eh?" Your hand was still toying with your pussy, rubbing your clit back and forth. You were so close to an orgasm, you felt like you couldn't breathe.

Bucky grabbed the top of your head and thrusted into your mouth harder, getting deeper.

"I'm gonna come," He panted through shoves of his dick," You're going to swallow it for me?"

You nodded as best as you could, feeling your stomach start to jerk at his words. Bucky pumped in your mouth hard, grunting loudly. You choked when you started to feel cum rush into the back of your throat. Bucky yelled, still moving his hips, allowing you not to miss a drop.

"Fuckin'-- Shit." He cried when his seed spilled out of him. It was so much cum, almost too much but you encouraged yourself to swallow it all down.

Seeing Bucky all worked up and panting with his dick still in your mouth, you rubbed your pussy harder and your stomach skipped and jerked until you couldn't take it anymore. Your climax washed over your making you scream even with your mouth stuffed full.

As that deep pressure exploded and calmed down, Bucky slowly pulled himself away from you and stumbled off the bed to watch your cum rushing down your thighs.

You twitched, shaking softly before allowing your limbs to go weak on the bed. Bucky walked around you and lowered himself to your core.

"I fuckin love this pussy. I love everything about you. It's perfect." He mumbled and worked on licking up the cum that flowed out of your body. You shivered a little but Bucky paid no mind, cleaning you up with his tongue and then pressed a small kiss to your core.

"Don't you forget how perfect you are." He whispered and slapped his hands on your thighs making you give a small scream of surprise, "You hear me? Fuckin' perfect."

this is so filthy is fucking killing me

Bucky prayed for absolution, prayed for self-control, prayed for strength enough to stay away from you in the manner in which he wanted you the most. The prayers came late at night, in between rounds of his thick fingers gripping his length, milking his cock at the idea of you spread wide open for him.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“Such a needy little thing you are…” Bucky teased, slowly dragging a finger up your bare thigh. “I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry about that.”

“Look at you, angel. Dripping with sin.” Bucky cooed, reaching out to drag two of his fingers through your folds and collect the wetness there.

“I want you to look at me, angel. I want to see the look in your eyes when you fall apart.”

fuckkkkk and the praise godddd 😩😩

Saint Like

Hey y’all! So, uh, I did a thing….let’s say there’s a particular someone who inspired this. They say that writing can be a way to get your feelings out, right? 😉 I’m only kind of ashamed.

HUGE THANK YOU to @bitchassbucky for beta-ing this for me 🥺. All mistakes however, are my own. Another HUGE shout out and thank you to @sgt-seabass for helping me pick a name and along with the whole chaos crew, urging me to live my whore dreams and write the content I want to see 😂. I love y’all very much. 💜

Pairing: Priest!Bucky x F!reader

Word Count: 4k (woof)

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY (MINORS DNI), fingering (vaginal), spitting, unprotected p in v sex, explicit language, sacrilegious actions, pet names (angel), mention of masturbation (m), mention of religious themes, this is my one way ticket to hell yall.

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A/N: Priest Bucky - this is for you, Father.

The cacophony of voices that bellowed throughout the halls of the church had begun to dwindle to almost nothing. The bench you were sat upon outside of the clergy office gave you the perfect view of people as they entered and exited the building. Some you knew very well, others you had never seen before today.

That was one of the beautiful things about the church, you supposed, the fact that anyone and everyone was welcomed there to find refuge from the things in life that they were fighting. That is, after all, how you came to join this congregation as well.

Life had a history of not being all too kind toward you. This time last year you were isolated, depressed, unemployed, heartbroken, and practically at your rock bottom. Therapy, medication, strong will, and determination—none of it was enough to get you out of the rut you had been stuck in for what seemed like so long. You were at your wits end and there didn’t seem to be a single place you could turn to.

After a particularly difficult day you were walking home from another botched job interview when it began to pour down rain. Call it divine intervention, but the place closest to where you had been when the storm started was the old church that sat on the corner downtown. There wasn’t an intent behind your action to run inside other than to wait for the storm to pass so you could continue home. However, the enchanting timbre of the organ drew you into the chapel. Next thing you know, your body is planted into a pew and your eyes are glued on the man standing before you.

“In the name of the Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit. Amen.”

There was something about the way the man spoke that made you feel at home, like you were meant to be in this exact spot at this exact time all along. You belonged here. For the first time in months, there wasn’t a sense of dread and sorrow that lived in your chest—instead, it was a blossoming feeling of hope.

You must have looked like a fish out of water, however, because as you were leaving the man who stood before the group of people and garnered your attention so quickly had stopped you before you could make an exit.

“You’re new here.”

You chuckled nervously.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Not necessarily. I just know I would never forget a face like yours.”

Father James, or Bucky as he had preferred you to call him, was somewhat of a blessing in disguise for you. When you were bruised and battered, down on your luck, desperate for something to turn to, to hold on to—you found him. It sounded cheesy, and you never thought that in a million years the church would be the place where you found your solace, and to be quite frank you still weren’t sold on it being religion.

No, it was Bucky.

Bucky was the one who allowed you time and space to explore the relationship you had with religion and what you expected to get out of the church. He was the one who quelled your fears, your insecurities, and who brought you back to feeling somewhat like the person you had been before. Bucky was an honorable man and an excellent priest—someone who you could listen to for hours as he droned on and on about the Holy Word.

There was one slight problem with Bucky, however, and that was that you were hopelessly, unequivocally, and desperately in love with him.

“Thank you for waiting for me, angel.” The low bass notes of the voice brought you from your reminiscing back to the present.

As you lifted your head to look at the man before you, it was impossible for a smile not to form on your lips.

Bucky stood before you, still dressed in his robes from the service that had just ended. There was a bible tucked under his arm and a kindness to his eyes that made your heart skip a beat.

After Mass ended, Bucky had caught your arm on your way out and asked that you stay around to speak with him after he finished bidding farewell to those who were leaving. Although your stomach began to do somersaults at the thought of him requesting a meeting with you, there wasn’t any way that you could deny him.

“Please,” he swept his hand toward the door, motioning for you to enter, “after you.”

It wasn’t the first time that you had been inside of Bucky’s office in your year-long residency at the church, but there was something about the air that felt different. Perhaps it was the uncertainty of the conversation, or perhaps it was the fact that things with Bucky had been...different, over the last few weeks.

The touches shared lingered a bit longer than usual, the glances of longing were met by a similar stare, and it seemed as though the priest was finding more and more reasons to get you alone.

“Have a seat, please. Is there anything I could get you to drink?” Bucky asked as he crossed behind his desk, removing his robes to reveal the sleek, black outfit he typically wore beneath it.

You cleared your throat and shook your head as you sat down in the chair across from his desk. Your eyes lingered on his form for a moment before tearing away to look at the ground.

Bucky walked around to the front of his desk, in front of you, and leaned back to rest against it as he looked down at you.

“I know something is bothering you.”

Your lips parted to speak, but the priest didn’t give you the chance.

“I saw you during Mass today, angel. The far off stare, the hesitancy to catch up in the song with those around you. You were somewhere else completely today.”

A heat began to creep into your face. Bucky was right, there hadn’t been one part of you that was present during today’s sermon. In fact, all your mind was able to think about was the sinful activities of last night’s dream.

The dream about your priest.

“I-I’m sorry, Father. I didn’t mean to offend you or come off as rude. I suppose my thoughts got the best of me today.” You didn’t dare to attempt eye contact with the man. There was no way that you could look him in the eyes at this moment without your brain returning to its place of sin.

Bucky’s palms went to his sides as he gripped the edge of his desk and his head tilted slightly as he looked at you. There had always been a pureness to you that Bucky had seen immediately. However, there was something about the way you sat in the chair before him, eyes cast upon the ground and hands nervously fidgeting in your lap, that made his fingers grip the desk a little tighter. Each moment he spent with you was one he could feel his resolve lessening.

Since the day he met you, Bucky knew that he was in trouble. The softness of your skin, the dangerous curve of your hips, and the fullness of your lips drove him toward sin immediately. Many nights he spent tossing and turning, praying to a higher power to help rid himself of the thoughts racing through his mind—the ones about you on your knees before him.

The priesthood didn’t necessarily mean a life of chastity, at least not in Bucky’s eyes, but of course that would mean going about it the old-fashioned way—marrying you, bedding you, having children with you, and so on. However, that isn’t quite what he had in mind when it came to getting you in his bed. In fact, it was becoming more and more difficult to not think of you in a compromising position whenever he looked at you.

Bucky prayed for absolution, prayed for self-control, prayed for strength enough to stay away from you in the manner in which he wanted you the most. The prayers came late at night, in between rounds of his thick fingers gripping his length, milking his cock at the idea of you spread wide open for him.

Bucky was going to find absolution alright, and it was going to be between your thighs.

“What’s troubling your mind?” Bucky finally spoke, intently watching the way you squirmed in your seat.

“I-I’d rather not say, Father. It’s kind of…personal.” You muttered out the words, beads of sweat beginning to form on your skin at the idea of him finding out your dirty little secret.

“You can tell me anything, angel. You know that.” Bucky cooed, reaching out to gently tap underneath your chin so that your gaze meets his own.

The moment your eyes met his cool, blue ones you felt your heart sunk into your stomach.

“Father, I can’t. Not this.”

“And why not, angel?”

“Because,” your fingers tightened their grip on the material of your dress, “because once I say this I can’t take it back and…and it could ruin things.”

Bucky stared at you quizzically, the way his lips parted slightly and breathing began to pick up you were certain he had determined what it was you were going to say.

“Go on, angel. Confess to me.” The priest’s voice dropped several octaves, desire dripping from his words.

“I like you, Father. More than just as my priest…I think about you and me together—a lot.” The words fell from your lips like nothing, unable to be held back any longer.

Bucky leaned back against the desk again, knuckles turning white from the force of which he was squeezing the edge with.

“In what way do you think of us together, sweetheart?” Bucky’s tongue poked out to wet his lips, making your thighs clench together. “I can’t help you if you don’t give me the details.”

Something had changed with Bucky. Perhaps to the untrained eye one might not notice the difference, but you could see right through it. The way his pupils had become more dilated, the hungry stare which took over, and the ever so slight bulge in the front of his trousers.

“I want you to fuck me, Father.”

The silence was deafening at that moment. The only noise present was that of the ticking clock and the rapid increase of your breathing. The muscle in your chest was beating so hard it felt like your ribs would explode at any moment. You had no idea where the confidence came from or what possessed you to say something so sacrilegious. His lack of initial response made your face even hotter, terrified that you had severely screwed up this relationship.

“Oh,angel…” Bucky began, lifting himself from the desk to a standing position.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The next few moments came in quick succession. First, a pair of soft lips crashed into yours, enveloping all your senses at once. Following the meeting of your lips, you were turned quickly and pushed back up against the desk. Your hands desperately clawed their way to find home in his hair, caging him in with no intent of ever letting him go.

Bucky slotted a leg between your thighs, adding just enough pressure to your clothed core to make you moan into his mouth. Taking advantage of the moment, Bucky’s tongue battled against yours as his hands fisted around the material of your dress. The rush of everything paired with the way Bucky was devouring your mouth with sloppy kisses made your head spin.

Your eyes closed heavily as his lips left yours and trailed across your jaw down to your neck. The dress you were wearing was now fully pushed up around your hips and only the thin material of your panties separated Bucky from your soaked core.

“Still with me, angel?” Bucky mumbled against your neck, sinking his teeth into your pulse point and grinning as he earned another moan from your gorgeous lips.

Almost as if they had a mind of their own, your hips began rocking softly against his thigh as you chased any sort of friction you could find. Suddenly, a pair of strong hands gripped your waist and hoisted you up to sit on the desk.

“Such a needy little thing you are…” Bucky teased, slowly dragging a finger up your bare thigh. “I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry about that.”

At his direction, you raised your arms above your head and allowed him to pull your dress the rest of the way off of you. You felt a little embarrassed, opting to skip the bra today because of the way it would make the dress look. However, with the way Bucky’s eyes were taking you in as though you were some kind of Renaissance painting, all feelings of embarrassment went out the window.

Bucky’s fingers wrapped around the waistband of your panties and began to tug them down your legs, leaning in to kiss you once more as he did so. As he pulled back to take you in, it dawned on you the situation you were in. Stark naked in front of your priest inside his office at the church. Although you should have felt immense shame, it was a different feeling entirely that surrounded you—one of passion and desire.

Your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you watched Bucky wrap his strong hands around your calves and slowly lift your heels to rest on the top of the desk. A low groan erupted from his chest that shook you to your core as he laid eyes upon your glistening cunt.

“Look at you, angel. Dripping with sin.” Bucky cooed, reaching out to drag two of his fingers through your folds and collect the wetness there.

“Who would’ve thought that being such a bad girl would get you all wet, hm? And here I thought you were my precious angel.”

You moaned lowly at his words and again as you watched him bring his fingers to his lips and suck the sweetness from them. The top half of your body began to feel heavy and your head faint. You slowly leaned back on your elbows to brace yourself while still being able to see what Bucky was doing.

Bucky released his fingers with a small pop.

“You taste fucking divine.”

Panting now, there were no words that came to mind. All you could think about was how badly you needed him to touch you again.

As though he read your mind, Bucky slowly began to rub his two fingers up and down your slit before stopping to circle your tiny bundle of nerves. It was next to impossible to keep your eyes open, lust heavily dragging them down.

“Is this what you needed? Me to take care of you?” Bucky teased, leaning forward to place a small kiss to your knee.

Whimpering, you nodded your head dumbly at him. It felt as though every muscle in your body weighed hundreds of pounds and it was impossible to hold anything up without feeling weak.

“P-please, Father. I need more.”

“My, my…poor thing.” Bucky tsked, adding more pressure to your clit as his fingers circled faster.

Your hips began to gyrate against his fingers, coil in your abdomen tightening faster than you’d ever known it to before. Bucky’s fingers slid down to breach your entrance, scissoring you open as he pushed them further inside. A sinful moan came from your mouth as you leaned your head back and closed your eyes, euphoria beginning to take over your entire body.

There was a thin layer of sweat that had built up on your skin, Bucky licking his lips at your shine as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

Here you were, a pretty little thing, spread open—pussy sucking in his fingers as though you never wanted to let them go. The sight of you alone made Bucky’s cock twitch, not to mention the pretty little noises falling from your lips.

“Such a good girl for me, angel.” Bucky praised.

As he twisted his wrist and began to curl his fingers upwards, he groaned quietly as your whimpers increased.

“Ah, shit, Bucky, I-“ Your words came out as small pants.

“I know, can feel you.” Bucky groaned, leaning forward to wrap his hand around the back of your neck and pull you toward him.

The two of you touched your foreheads together, breathing in each other’s air as you both watched the way his fingers sloshed in and out of your sopping cunt. You groaned loudly, using your eyes as the coil in your abdomen threatened to snap.

“I want you to look at me, angel. I want to see the look in your eyes when you fall apart.”

Meeting his gaze once more, the tips of Bucky’s fingers grazed that spot inside you as his palm bumped your clit—sending you hurdling over the edge. His large body kept your legs from closing although you tried with all your might to slam them shut as you rode out the waves of your orgasm on his fingers.

Bucky felt as though he could cum on the spot, watching you as your face contorted in bliss—eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, soft whimpers and whines falling so beautifully from your lips.

“That’s it, angel. Good girl.” Bucky cooed, slowing the pace of his fingers down to nothing as he retreated from you.

The loss of contact made you shiver but you felt relieved to have a moment for a break. This time Bucky’s fingers went to your lips instead of his own, which you greedily accepted. You held on tightly to his wrist as you swirled your tongue around his fingers, tasting your own essence.

Bucky’s jaw clenched at the sight of you, free hand going to his trousers to retrieve his cock.

A small gasp overcame you as his cock bobbed from his underwear—the tip red, swollen, and leaking pre-cum. It looked borderline painful but the sight of it made you lick your lips. You aren’t entirely sure what you expected, but he was definitely bigger than what you thought.

You lifted your tired body to sit straight up, your hand replacing the priest’s on his cock. The groan that he let out went straight to your cunt as you swiped your thumb over the head and pumped his length several times. Mirroring his earlier motions, it was your turn to grab him by the neck and pull him in for a kiss while you stroked his cock.

The kiss was different this time. It was full of fire and passion, as though the two of you could not taste enough of each other’s mouths. Like you would never be satiated ever again. Pulling away you look up at him from under your lashes as you allow a string of saliva to drip from your lips and onto his cock.

“Fuck’s sake,” Bucky grunted, hips thrusting into your hand as your tight fist gripped him harder.

Your heart swelled with pride at his praise. Ever since you began to imagine him in this way, all you could ever think about was how much you wanted to make him feel good, impress him, be good for him.

“Angel,” Bucky gasped, “Angel, please. I have to be inside you.”

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth you nodded, releasing your hold on his length. Bucky took a moment to compose himself, leaning forward on the desk, hands splayed on either side of you.

“You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?”

A small giggle was all you could respond with, still in awe that this moment was even happening to begin with. As Bucky stood up straight, you leaned back onto your elbows again and resumed your earlier position—spreading yourself open for him once more.

Bucky’s hand wrapped around his cock again, pushing it through your slick folds and grinning at the way your entire body shook. The head of his dick pressed against your sensitive clit in a way that made you whine and squirm.

“Stay still for me, angel. I’m going to make you feel so good.” Bucky tapped his hard cock against your core a few times before placing himself at your entrance.

The stretch that overtook your senses as he pressed into you stung delightfully. Never in your life had you ever felt so full. Bucky pushed his hips slowly until his pelvis was seated against yours. You could feel the way your walls clenched around him rapidly and the way his eyes fluttered closed at the sensation was erotic in and of itself.

After what seemed like an eternity, Bucky’s hands gripped your thighs as he began to move steadily in and out of you. The burn and sting from the stretch was now replaced by sweet, sweet catharsis.

“Father, please, faster.” You moaned, fingers digging into his forearms as you pleaded.

Bucky grunted, hips faltering slightly at your use of his title during this moment. That only lasted a moment, however, before composing himself and increasing the speed of which he pounded into you.

The obscene sound of skin slapping skin paired with the whines, moans, and whimpers was almost enough to push you over the edge alone. Bucky hiked one of your legs up and over his shoulder, turning his head to bite down softly on your calf as he continued to pummel your cunt.

Your high was very quickly approaching and there wasn’t anything you could do to get him close enough to you at that moment.

“Fuck, fuck!” You nearly screamed out. “Making me—shit—feel so good, Father, please. I’m so close, please don’t stop.”

A carnal growl came from Bucky’s chest as he grabbed onto your leg and pulled out completely, only to spear you back to the hilt in one swift motion. Your vision began to tunnel and your ears began to ring as the coil in your abdomen wound itself tighter and tighter.

“Feel like, goddamnit, fuckin’ heaven, Angel. Not gon’ last much longer with you squeezin’ me like that.”

Bucky’s fingers came down to circle your clit and in that moment you were over. The coil snapped so viciously in your abdomen that your vision turned white and it sounded like bells were ringing in your ears. You felt your legs shake around him as he helped you ride out your second orgasm.

Using the last of your strength and coherency, you began to ramble off things to help Bucky reach euphoria with you.

“Please, wanna feel you fill me up, Father. You and your cock make me feel so good. Please, please give it to me, Father.”

With a string of curses and one final pump of his hips, you felt his spend as it coated your walls. Bucky stumbled forward slightly, forehead coming to rest against yours once more as the two of you panted in tandem.

The room was quiet once more, aside from your labored breathing. Although perhaps the most erotic part of the encounter was over, there was something about the way the two of you looked deeply into each other’s eyes and shared breaths that sent a shiver down your spine again.

It was Bucky who made the first move. Pulling out from your heat to put himself back into his underwear and grab something to help you clean up with.

The two of you remained silent as he helped you back into your dress. After redressing, you looked up to meet his gaze and smiled faintly.

“What is it, angel?” Bucky whispered, reaching out to hold a stray strand of hair.

“Just thinking.” You spoke quietly.

Before Bucky could inquire further, you stepped around him and grabbed your purse. Bucky watched as you walked to the door and placed your hand on the knob. You stopped before turning and giving him a larger grin this time.

“I’m gonna have one hell of a confession for my priest.”

OH GOD THE SLAPPING AND THE DOMINANCE AND THE DEGRADATION UGH FUCK 😩

THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT I NEED MORE OF IT

Yay for a slutty sleepover!! How about Bodyguard!Bucky with the dialogue prompt - “If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat."

I love your fics! Thanks for gifting us with such awesomeness!

brat tactics ~ bucky barnes

pairing ~ bodyguard!bucky x thorsdottir!reader

warnings ~ smut, minors DNI, dom/sub dynamics, brat behavior, pain kink?, face slapping, degradation, size kink, dom!bucky, slight mean!bucky, daddy kink, public sex, mentions of the mafia (oh yeah, it’s a mafia au), minor angst, bucky trying to be a good guy and not fall in love with his client (and failing)

Bucky Barnes had seen the horrors of war, had been held prisoner, tortured by the enemy, and even lost his arm. But nothing could prepare him for the spoiled princess he had been hired to protect. The Asgardian mafia’s long time alliance with the Jotunn mob had gone up in flames with your uncle had been exposed as double agent, by you on accident.

That’s where Bucky came in. He was your protector, but you seemed to think he was glorified babysitter. At least he was pretty, right?

The first few weeks of Bucky being your assigned guard, you had put him through hell. You ditched him at clubs, you talked back rudely, and most of all, you put yourself in danger as if it was test for him to pass.

You were spoiled, Bucky had decided, but he wasn’t going to let some spoiled brat get in his way of doing his job.

Eventually, you had grown accustomed to the soldier always being there. In fact, he brought you a lot of comfort and after one long night in after the guy you had been seeing broke up with you, you felt like you had a bit of an understanding of Bucky. He had gone out of his way to comfort you and make sure you were okay. From that point, you stopped giving him such a hard time.

But then you started to see him, the gorgeous, protective man that was at your beck and call. You should have known better, that this was just a job for him and when you tried to kiss him a week ago, he had rejected you.

“You’re my client, I can’t…”Bucky had told you softly, frown seemingly permanent on his lips as he glanced at you in…pity? Sadness filled his cerulean eyes and you were so sure it was pity. It never crossed your mind that his sadness was for him and his feelings for you.”We can be friends, but anything other than that…it’s unprofessional and it’s complicated everything. At the end the day, I’m your bodyguard, not your boyfriend. Even if I have grown fond of you, this is just my job.”

His words had cut through you like a knife, slicing up your heart and delivering it back to you on a platter. Every single bit of progress you had made was gone. Bucky wasn’t your friend and maybe he never was. If he really saw you as just a job, then you will be hardest job he’s ever had.

That’s how you ended up in the most crowded club in New York, Hydra. It had a multitude of locations around the city and often moved. Cut off one head…another will grow or some edgy bullshit. Honestly, you didn’t care. You just knew Bucky would follow the second he realize you slipped from his grasp once again. Except, you were trying to get caught, you trying to show Bucky how much you didn’t care that you were violating his rules.

Oh man, he was fed up when he strutted into the club. You saw him the second he sauntered in with a scowl on his face and piercing blue eyes. He was pissed, and you knew he would be. The club was run by one of Loki’s allies, the Baron Zemo.

“Come on, now, baby girl, what’s got you so distracted now?”The man who had buying all your drinks asked. His name was Brock or something along the lines of complete douche. You didn’t know, nor did you care because this man was merely an instrument in making Bucky Barnes regret rejecting you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, B, did you want my attention?”You purred, throwing your arms around him with a little smile. Brock’s hands grasped your waist, slowly inching down to squeeze your ass when his wrist was captured by metal. Bucky slammed the man back against the wall.

“Touch her again, and I’ll break every single bone in your hand,”Bucky growled, brow furrowed intensely.

“What? You her boyfriend or something?”Brock spat, shoving the soldier off of him.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,”You reminded Bucky with a glare,”I don’t know who this is.”

“Don’t,”Bucky sighed heavily, frown ever present on his features.”Get out here, Rumlow.”

“How do you—“

“Go or I’ll have the cops here before you can even blink. You are wanted, aren’t you?”Bucky threatened, watching the other man run off before he could get anymore trouble.

That left you with just Bucky.

“You’re such a cockblock.”

“He’s a member of the Jotunn mob, Y/N, do you not realize how much danger you’re in here? You came into the lions den,”Bucky seethed,”And for what? A temper tantrum?”

“I’m not a child.”

“Then stop acting like one,”Bucky retorted quickly before pinching the bridge of his nose with his other hand on his hip.”Do you…do you even care about your own safety? You could have gotten hurt!”

“I’m already hurt!”

Bucky’s intense gaze softened, but he keeps his composure.”You…you have to understand that I can’t…being with you would complicate things and I can’t do my job properly if I..”

“What? Express your feelings? Glad to know I’m such baggage for you, James,”You replied in a huff.”Can’t protect me if you’re in love with me? Guess you’re not as good as bodyguard as I thought. Maybe I should get a new one and then you’ll never have to see me—“

You didn’t have time to register his actions until his lips were slotted over yours and his hands grasped your face too carefully. You melted into him, gasping into his mouth and giving him the ultimate access to reducing you to whines.

But then he pulled back, shaking his head at his own actions.“You’re such a fucking brat,”Bucky uttered, his hands grabbing your hips and pressing you against the wall of the booming club.”Brats like you need to be tamed and taught a lesson.”

“Too bad you’re just my bodyguard,”You breathed out, glaring you at him as if you were challenging him. You wanted to bait him, you want him to take what was his and admit he wanted you too.”Guess I’ll have to go find some other dick to tame me, seeing as you—“

His flesh hand smacked across your face just enough to leave a sting before he’s grabbing your jaw with a dark look in his eyes. He kissed you so hard that you feel like you might crumble to your knees. The pain goes straight to your core when you look at him with wide eyes, breathless as you tried not to fall into a complete horny mess. “You’re mine,”He growled and you feel exhilaration run through you at this confession.”Mine to tame, mine to fuck like the little slut you are. God, you’re fucking dripping, I can smell how wet you are. You like when I slap you, baby? You like being punished?”

“Do it again.”

Bucky groaned at your words, cock twitching in his tight jeans,”If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat.”

His hand came across your face once more, making you moan in satisfaction. You pulled him back his leather jacket into another fiery kiss. Bucky bunched up your skirt, pushing the fabric around your hips. His body concealed you along with a dim lights of the club. Flashing lights illuminated his face as you admired the intense look on his features. He’d shaven his beard a couple weeks ago, and you found you quite liked the little scruff that graced his jaw line.

Bucky pulled your panties down, letting them fall to the ground around your high heels. You licked them away, not caring how exposed you were in the dark club. If anyone happened to look your way, they’d see Bucky broad leather-clad shoulder crowding you in the corner and kissing you like he was an addict.

You gasped when Bucky’s hands spanked your pussy, right over the sensitive bundle of nerves that could very well bring you to your knees.

“James…”You mewled, almost losing your resolve by the simple action. He did it again.

“This pussy needs to be taught a lesson, you’ve been bad, baby,”Bucky rasped, lips sucking a bruise into your jaw as he buckled his jeans, freeing his cock. You glanced down between your bodies and you swear at the sight of his cock.

“Super soldier indeed,”You smirked, earning you another smack on your cheek that only made you whine.

“Hush, that mouth of yours has gotten you in enough trouble.”

“So why don’t you put it to good use?”You taunted, biting down your bottom lip in anticipation.

Bucky smirked at you,”Oh, I will, but right now, I’m filling this pussy so full that you won’t be able to walk for days without remembering who you fucking belong to.”He hoisted you up against the wall. You jump on instinct, wrapping your legs around him with your heels just barely digging into his backside.”So do me a favor and for once in your life, be a good girl and keep that pretty mouth quiet.”

With one motion, your lips fall open in bliss as Bucky’s cock prodded at your sopping hole. Just the head was enough to stretch you open and he just kept going. He pushed his thick cock into your pussy, letting your walls accommodate as you sank down him.

“Fuck, you’re…god, you’re everything I want,”Bucky groaned into your neck, his hands under your thighs to keep you in place. Your head rested against the wall while you swallow thickly with soft breaths escaping your throat.

“James….”It was wanton mewl, one that went straight to his cock.

“Fuck, you’re a fucking a problem, you drive me insane,”Bucky grunted, using your thighs to lift you up and let you fall back on his cock.”But you’re mine, you understand?”

“Yes, yes, ‘m yours, James, I’m sorry, please fuck me, I want you—“

“You got me,”Bucky assured you, snapping his hips up into your cunt. You claw at the leather of his jacket, heels digging into the small of his back.

You try to lift yourself on his cock, fuck yourself on him as best you can but he takes control again. He tightened his grip on your thighs, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave you tender under his touch.

Bucky moaned into your ear, the feeling of your cunt squeezing his cock. You think you might cum just hearing this beefy man moan your name.

“Oh my god, fuck, you’re…” You whimpered, laying your head against his shoulder in attempt to be quiet.

“Oh no, don’t be quiet know,”Bucky rasped, breathing heavy against you.”Moan for daddy, baby, I wanna hear how much you love my cock.”

Daddy…oh god, you didn’t think this man could make you any wetter. The sound that left your lips was sinful and Bucky loved how broken you sounded, clinging to him as your walls start to convulse around his fat cock.

“Daddy, please, can I cum?”You begged so prettily, kissing at his jaw until his lips are back on yours.

“Yes, baby, fuck, you gonna be good girl now? Gonna listen to daddy from now on?”

“Yes! Yes, daddy, I’ll be good, I-oh!

Your body trembled against his, thighs quivering as you kissed Bucky with so much need and passion. You came with his name on your lips.

Bucky growled into the kiss, his cock throbbing inside your warmth until he spilled inside your pulsating cunt. You kissed his breath away, smile on your face with Bucky holding you so close. He can’t help but mimic the smile back, happy to be with you.

“I always get what I want,”You teased, lips brushing against his as your nose nuzzled against his.

“That’s cause you’re a spoiled brat,”Bucky whispered back at you.

“I’m your spoiled brat, daddy.”

Bucky grinned at that, breathing out a soft laugh.”Yeah, you are. Now be a good girl and put your panties back on. We need to get out of here.”

He put you back on your feet.You pulled your panties over your legs with a little eye roll at him,”Whatever you say, right?”

He grabbed your jaw, much gentler this time with a little smirk on his lips.”Yeah, whatever I say, and I think when we get home…I’m gonna put that smart mouth to good use,”Bucky promised and sealed it with kiss before he’s dragging your bratty ass out of danger once again.

40s bucky has a special place in my heart. the sweetness and love, him being absolutely adorable oh my god!!!

when she’s reading to him about him, i wanted to cry so bad, it’s was so so beautiful!! 💗

i love this so so much <3

Hello there

If i may ask , do you write 40s bucky barnes fanfics?i am feeling down lately. I am a huge fan of the 40s bucky. It can be romantic . And a bit naughty

Hope you have a good day

Hey love,

I do write 40s Bucky Barnes fics (I write anything Bucky Barnes related ;)) annnddd I wrote this especially for you. Hope this makes you feel better and always remember Bucky loves youuuu <3

This is my first 40s Bucky Barnes fic. I got a little carried away so I hope you guys like it. I have a bittersweet relationship with 40s Bucky and Steve fics knowing damn well they never returned soo yeah it slightly pains me reading and writing them :(

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 40’s!Bucky Barnes x Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It was you and him, always and forever.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Fluff, fluff, and more fluffiness courtesy of James Buchanan Barnes.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Hey,doll,” Bucky greeted you as soon as he walked in your dorm, seeing you leaning against your headboard, scribbling onto your notebook. He hadn’t seen you at all today, and your friends had told him you had called in sick, so right after dinner, he snuck some leftover food and went straight to your apartment.

“Hello, mysterious handsome man,” You teased and laughed at him, narrowing his eyes playfully at you. “How’s your fever, love?” He asked as he walked closer, giving you a sweet forehead kiss. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his lips on your skin, sighing in content, “Much better since Ma gave me some medicines to drink.”

Bucky chuckled at your fake vomiting, slightly relieved that you were still his same, silly baby doll.

He sat at the edge of the bed, right beside you as he held a tray of leftover food he had picked out, a bowl of mushroom soup, which when you saw the thick creamy food you gasped, “You got me mushroom soup?!”

You instantly snatched the bowl and groaned at the taste of the soup on your tongue. Bucky chuckled, “Yeah, thought you would like a bowl of ‘em in bed.”

“You’re kidding? I would love to have it in bed, you’re the best boyfriend ever, thank you, Jamie.” You gushed as you gave him a big wet kiss on his cheek, which he laughed loudly at you.

“What were you writing? Another poem?” Bucky asked, he had known you had a passion for writing ever since you were little. It doesn’t matter what kind of writing it was, you do everything. From poetry to short stories to even some of songs you love everything there is about writing. Bucky had to close his mouth manually when he found out you could actually compose songs and sing, he thought he’s had enough reasons to love you as it is when turns out there are more and he’s more pleased to discover all of them over time with you.

“You’re right, actually. I missed you a lot today, so I wrote it for you,” You said with a small smile, eyes tearing away from Bucky shyly.

Bucky had sworn his heart stopped beating for like 5 seconds.

“For me? Really?” He whispered in awe, his smile widening at your blushing cheeks. Bucky was absolutely sure his face was the same hue as the couch at the moment, but his heart was leaping in too much joy to actually care. Seeing you before him trying to hide your heavy blush and trying so hard to contain a big grin with your teeth on your bottom lip had his whole knees weak. You looked mad adorable and all Bucky wished to do at the moment was shrink you into pocket-sized and keep you in his pocket forever.

“I-I mean, no one has written me poems before…” He trailed off, his hand brushing the nape of his neck, feeling extremely giddy and extremely happy. He was usually the one who made you this way, blushing and stuttering, but when it’s your turn, he almost died out of heart attack each time.

“Well, you’re going to be surprised when I tell you that every love poem I’ve written, I thought of you.” You said, rolling your eyes playfully at his widened eyes, flushed cheeks, with a giddy grin on his lips.

There it is— the heart attack.

“Well I would love to hear you read it for me—excuse me, madam, coming through,” He said, shuffling on the bed closer to you, laying between your legs, his back on your chest and his head on your shoulder perfectly; as if your body was molded solely to hold him this way, and Bucky couldn't agree more. You laughed as he finally leaned onto you, sighing in content as he did. You pulled the blanket so it could drape the both of you perfectly, and you leaned your cheek to his forehead.

“Alright, but warning, it’s very very mushy,” You warned, and he smiled a bit wider, “All the more reasons to read it then.”

You reach for the leather brown notebook at your other side, flipping the page easily to where you want it due to the pen resting between the tea-colored pages, acting as a bookmark.

Your arm beside Bucky rested on his head, massaging his scalp gently as he liked it. Bucky hummed in content as he leaned onto your neck, feeling very comfortable. The warmth from your body behind him and the heavy blanket draped across you both felt so comfortable that he didn’t want to move, ever.

“This is the first poem, I call it 5th December,” You said, and Bucky opened his eyes, “Why 5th December? Isn’t that like, 10 days ago?” You chuckled, “Yeah, I first wrote it then, but I finished it today.” Bucky hummed in understanding, “Go on then.”

“I’m not very good at reciting poems, so excuse me if it doesn’t sound right.” You said and Bucky dramatically sighed, “You’re stalling, love. And even if you say it most horribly, I’ll still love it because you wrote it.”

“Aww, Jamie ,” You cooed, kissing his forehead causing him to crack a smile. “Okay, okay, here it goes.” You said and Bucky had his eyes on the notebook you’re holding, scribbles of black lines and paragraphs filled every page.

“If you ask what my birthday wish was,

I simply could not tell you because

I don’t wanna say it’s wanting you with me laying down the grass

Together at night with the company of the stars.”

“Aww, baby doll.” Bucky cooed and kissed your cheek, causing you to stifle a giggle before going back into reciting mode.

“If you ask what my falling star wish was

I shall simply shake my head just because

It’s hard to describe wanting you by my side each and every night

Taking your hand in mine and waking up with you next in line.”

As you read the words, Bucky found himself getting flutters in his stomach. He was so focused now, wanting to hear more of your voice and this poem combined, because to him, there is no such beauty that could compare. All that matters to him as of that moment, was you.

“If you ask what my new year’s wish list was

I would simply put my lips together because

I couldn’t tell you it’s wanting to travel the world with you

And just try together everything new and spend time with you.”

You looked at him, and Bucky was already looking at you with full adoration. He looked so mesmerized and amazed, you smiled at this; how adorable. You closed the notebook, you had already memorized every line as you had read it over and over for the past day, getting butterflies in your heart as you thought of Bucky every time. With your eyes on him, your soft voice recited the poem again.

“If you ask what my clover wish was

I would just laugh and tell you no because

I wish to touch every inch of you every second with all my will

For your lips against mine, I shall need no happy pill.”

Bucky was in a trance. The beautiful words you crafted together were meant just for him. The poem you shared with him was because of you thinking about him. At that moment, Bucky had thought of something he never would’ve thought during his past relationships.

He wanted to spend his entire life with you, and no one else but you. He wanted to live with you, to be with you through thick and thin. Because… Because he loves you.

“And if you ask, why won’t you tell me anything of you wished for

Let’s talk about it over a nice cup of tea just brewed

I shall say with the love in my eyes a secret till forevermore

That if I simply say it to you, then none of them would come true.”

As you finished it, you gave him a gentle smile. There was a silent moment from the both of you, the only sound was the raindrops outside the window, the rhythmic splatter of water was therapeutic, to say the least.

You took your time to look at Bucky’s face. Sometimes you have marveled at the fact that you could get this ridiculously beautiful man to be yours, to like you for who you are, to accept each and every quirk you have without any feeling of annoyance or disgust from them.

This ridiculously beautiful man, with lush and soft dark brown hair,long eyelashes, the stunning color of blue for eyes, and light freckles decorating his face like footsteps of an elegant ballerina on stage.

“I am so lucky,” was all Bucky could breathe out as he leaned upwards, engulfing you into a passionate kiss. Bucky loved every single moment when he kisses you, your lips are nicotine at its best, and he would drop everything to be an addict, an slave for you; for thousands of eternities if he could.

His hands had found the back of your neck, pulling it closer to his direction, deepening the kiss. You closed your eyes to relish the moment, your hands already found their place at each side of his jawline, hungrily pulling him closer to you.

When you pulled away, your lips were ghosting each other, his hard breaths hit your swollen lips softly. “What exactly are you lucky for, Barnes ?” You breathed out, still panting softly, the smile on your lips grew as it mirrored the lovestruck smile on his lips.

He kissed your nose, and the rosy cheeks returned, “For you, for the poem, for you reading the poem, for you writing the poem while thinking of me,” You giggled and he joined with a chuckle, a soft smile on his face, “For everything. I love you, my love.”

“I love you too,” you bit your lips, trying your hardest to contain a smile, “If this is what I get after reading you a poem then do you wanna hear the second one?” Bucky laughed loudly; happy and content just being there with you.

“Oh, absolutely.”

It was peaceful and quiet. The serene sound of your synchronized heartbeats filling your ears.

It was you and him— Always and forever.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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i’m speechless-

i read this at night while listening to my 40s bucky playlist and let me tell u, i fell in love 💗

and it made me feel so much i need to highlight my favorite parts so i can read them again and again:

…revealing Bucky dressed in black from head to toe with a large bouquet of white flowers in hand. The dark colour of his suit and short hair framed his face perfectly, accentuating his clear, blue eyes and pink lips so dreamily that you had to fight the urge to reach out to check if he was real.

the way i can perfectly picture him dressed like this got me feeling dizzy 😵‍💫

"That's my girl," he winked at you, seemingly ignoring your slightly confused face as he held out the bouquet of white tulips. "These are for you."

i love tulips aaaaaa

You had never realised just exactly how high his cheekbones were, the sharpness of his angled jaw, his straight nose. He was without a doubt one of the most handsome men you'd ever laid your eyes on, but it was as if you didn't truly appreciate it until that exact moment.

GOD THIS MAN IS KILLING MEEEEEE

"Sweetheart," he drawled and licked his lips, looking as if he'd won the lottery. "I'd follow you just about anywhere..."

something i noticed about this fic and that i totally loved is the way you wrote him. i mean i love the emo version of bucky, but this- charming and sweet bucky means everything to me, the way he talks and is always smiling is just beautiful 💖

"I know everything about you, sweetheart," he winked at you with a warm smile. "- and I just thought, since you always order Mexican when you're down, I'd change it around for you; tacos should be a means of celebrating."

now this. i was dying at this part because i’m mexican and of course i loveeee tacos so the fact that he did this for her it’s just brilliant, not even tha fancy drinks can top having comfort tacos for dinner<3

"I don't know," he ran a hand through his short hair while licking his lips, "you never know when the right person's suddenly standing in front of you. I want to be ready for when that finally happens."

"Can't wait for that to happen to me," you sighed.

"Yeah... Can't wait either," he mumbled quietly and softly ran his thumb over your shoulder.

OH COME ONNN AND JUST KISS ALREADY!!!

"No," he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside to a dark room covered in heart-shaped balloons and confetti, a loud band in the corner playing peppy swing jazz for the out-of-breath-people on the dance floor. "We're going dancing!" he exclaimed happily and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

this is gonna sound so depressing lol but u have no idea how bad i wanted to read something that involved dancing with bucky, like, i’ve dreamed about it hundreds of times!!! i read this while “My girl” was playing i was literally sobbing 😭💓

He moved his hand over your hip, dipping his fingers a little lower than he had before as he leaned in close and whispered in your ear, "I could look at you forever..."

the whole dancing scene means everything to me, how they’re just starting and admiring each other, so oblivious about their feelings, the touches and the smiling aaaaaa

NOW THE STUCKY MOMENT NOOOOO

"You used to watch the stars with Steve?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "we could sit up here for hours, imagining what our lives would be. I guess neither of us quite hit the target."

"Guess not," you grinned and caressed his leg underneath the blanket to show him that you understood. "Do you miss him?"

"Yeah, every day," Bucky nodded, "I wish you guys had met. He would've liked you."

this. i can’t even explain how bittersweet this was. like i’m happy bucky is okay with it but the fact he’s gone makes me so sad. the little memory of the two of them stargazing back then is gorgeous, i’m taking this with me, forever.

"You should've seen me," he smirked, "two arms and an undeniable boyish charm. And when I put on the uniform, they didn't stand a chance in resisting me."

40s bucky mean the entire world to me, u have no idea <3

the ride back home was so cute, i could feel butterflies on my tummy while reading it, the way he explained to her everything, and just hold her oh my god. the things i would do 😩

i’m telling u… when the key jangle part came and i realized why he told her to lock her door I LITERALLY SCREAMED AAAAAA this man knowssss what he is doing!!!!

His chest was heaving slowly, his eyes darkening as the pupils slowly drowned out the blue in his irises while he looked at you. "No keys," he concluded quietly, trying hard to fight the smile that tugged on the corners of his mouth. "Fuck me," he smiled broadly, and stepped over to you, putting his calloused palm to the side of your face where he stroked his thumb over your jawline while his lips danced enticingly close to yours.

i have no words to describe the way this part made me feel. it’s was so beautiful and powerful i was shaking of excitement, how he just went from being sweet all night to being this feral man oh god

The kiss was short and sweet, but it didn't take Bucky two seconds before he let out a satisfied groan and pulled you closer. "Fuck, sweetheart!" he whispered with a breath heavier than ever before. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this," he growled and put his hand in the back of your neck, his lips urging you to open your mouth so he could slip his tongue past your teeth and into your wet mouth.

this was so sensual and tender and hot and sweet-

He gave out a sensual groan when your tongues finally found each other and happily trailed his metal fingers up your side; touching the exposed skin of your thigh, grazing over the curve of your hip, massaging your waistline through the soft fabric of your red dress.

His hands were snaking around your stomach, his palms pressing you closer to his pelvis, and he leaned in close and whispered in your ear. "Sweetheart, I want to take you out again..." he pulled your earlobe between your teeth.

"Tonight wasn't play-pretend for me..." he whispered, "I want you. All of you. Not just on missions and during training sessions at the gym - all the time."

OH MY GOD IM ON KNEES FOR THISSS.

i know i practically put everything you wrote in here but it’s just amazing. i’m love with every little detail of this fic, again the way you wrote him made me fall even more in love and god, i want a best friend like him so bad!!! thank u for this wonderful story, i love it dearly 💖

hiiii, firts of all i want to say how amazing your stories are, you are honestly one of my favorite writers!! and i don’t know if you take requests but if you ever run out of ideas i’ve thought about a short story where Bucky tries to show the reader how it was like to date in the 1900s (he writes her a letter, invites her to a date with a letter etc.) because the reader asked him one time what it was like back then haha

The Key Jangle (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Story summary: Sick and tired of your many recent bad dates, you’re dreading yet another Valentine’s Day alone. When Bucky offers to show you what a night out is supposed to look like according to him, you get to experience what it’s like to date your best friend.

Words: 9.3K (it got out of hand, sorry!)

Note: Hi anon! Thank you so much for your sweet words and your lovely request! I hope it's okay that I didn't follow it strictly; I just sort of ran along with your idea of Bucky being old-fashioned and sweet, and took it from there. Anyway, this is my shot at a sweet, fluffy Valentine's Day fic before I enter the spring of breaking Bucky’s heart. Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: None. Pure fluff and slight banter.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

February 13th, noon

You had spent the first part of the morning of February 13th in bed sweating and grieving over the horrible night before. The smell of your latest bad Tinder date hang like a stench over your bed, drenching you in the cheap cologne of the man who online had seemed charming and nice, but in real life best could be described as blatantly obnoxious and terribly self-centred. Exactly where the smell came from, you did not know; you hadn't even brought him home - nor touched him! Hadn't even made it through the main course before his rude behaviour had finally become so much that you had grabbed your coat and left without bidding him goodbye.

It had definitely been one of the worst dates you'd had in a long time, but still, the prospect of yet another Valentine's Day alone hang on the back of your tongue like a thick musk, drowning you in the disappointment of your date not being boyfriend material after all.

Slightly frustrated with yourself and your apparently relentless belief that one day you'd find true love, you buried your head in between the bedsheets and curled up your body, readying yourself for yet another lonely Sunday with nothing to keep you company but your comfort TV show on repeat.

It wasn't until well past noon you were ripped out of your vegetative state by a loud knock on your bedroom door. You heard how the hinges creaked open before you'd even had a chance to reply, but you weren't in the mood to face whoever had decided to disturb you and stayed with your back towards them.

"There you are!" Bucky's voice bounced through the walls as he took in the blob lying underneath a mountain of white bedlinen, a small foot sticking out at the corner. "I've been looking all over the compound for you, have you just been lying in here all day?"

"Yeah," you muttered in a bored tone of voice, your eyes still fixed on the TV screen in front of you.

"Hmm... I guess it's safe to assume that last night's Tinder adventure didn't exactly go as planned then?"

"No, it went perfectly fine, he's actually under here with me," you mumbled and heard how it made Bucky chuckle warmly behind you. "He's just a little shy."

"Well, tell him to come on out!" he chipped in amusement, "I want to meet the man who was finally worthy enough to be invited into your bed."

Slowly, you turned around to face your best friend who was leaning casually up against the doorframe with his big, bulky arms crossed over his chest as his eyes twinkled with amusement.

"Okay, I'm alone in here," you admitted in a small voice and took in the large grin that split his face in two.

"Oh, I never would've guessed," he chuckled and stepped inside your room, closing the door to the hallway behind him, "- what happened?" he sat down next to you on the bed.

"I don't wanna talk about it," you groaned and directed your attention back to your TV, trying to ignore his satisfied smirk and prying eyes.

"Aw come on! You know your Tinder adventure is my favourite serial," he chuckled and searched your face with excited eyes, "how big of a train wreck was it? On a scale from pet-snake Larry to Paul the Magician."

"Barnes..." you sighed again, sending him a stern look as you took in his amused smirk, "I'm happy you find my terrible love life so amusing but I'm really not in the mood to joke about it today, okay?"

He furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side, his face suddenly laced with concern. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" he gently touched his hand to the top of your duvet and let out a low, dark growl, "- he didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No, it's fine," you assured him with a shake of your head and saw how Bucky immediately drew a breath of relief. "He was a douchebag but that's it... I just don't see the appeal in my failing love life when tomorrow is the most romantic day of the year..."

"Since when do you care about Valentine's Day?" he arched an eyebrow at your statement. "Last year you said it was stupid...?"

"I've always cared," you whined and sent him a pained look, "- I've just never had anyone special to celebrate it with."

"That's because you have a way of always ending up with the douchebags..." he shrugged matter-of-factly. "You're setting yourself up for failure time and time again."

"It's hard to be picky," you let out a tired groan, "- there are literally no good men back in the city."

"No good men?" He repeated in mock offence, "oh, I beg to differ! There's a pretty decent guy sitting in front of you right now!" he touched his palm to his heart, pretending he was hurt.

"...What are you saying?" you felt yourself smile for the first time that day as you scanned his curled-up face, "you want to take me out now?"

"Yeah!" his entire face lit up and you let out a laugh at his cute smile. "What's so funny about that?" He poked you in the side with a chuckle, "come on, let me show you what a proper date is supposed to look like! Wouldn't it be nice to actually have a decent night out for once?!"

"Don't be ridiculous..." you rolled your eyes at him, "- what I want is something that might actually advance to more than just a story I tell my teammate to keep him amused."

"Sweetheart, I'm serious," he held up his hands in surrender. "Come on, let me show you a good time tomorrow! My treat!"

You hesitated. A fake date with your best friend wasn't exactly what you had in mind for the most romantic night of the year.

"Oh don't look so excited to go out with me!" He chuckled loudly, his gaze never leaving yours.

"I'm sorry," you smiled, taking in the way his enticing metal hand whirred in front of your eyes as his fingers slightly twitched before falling down in his lap. "It's not that I don't want to do something with you," you fumbled to find the edge of the duvet so you could sneak out your hand to grab the cold vibranium fingers splayed over his muscular thigh. "- it's just not really what I had in mind for tomorrow."

"Hey you're the one who wanted a proper date for Valentine's Day, right?" He smiled softly and gently squeezed your fingers, "I'm offering you one. Come on, what's the harm? We always have fun, right?"

"We do," you nodded, thinking over his proposition, and slowly realising that a night out with him definitely beat another bad Tinder date. "Yeah, alright," you ended up smiling with a hesitant nod, "you have me convinced. It's a date."

"It's a date!" he agreed excitedly and padded your thigh before quickly jumping from the bed, leaving you cold and alone, "you won't regret it!"

"Hey! Where are you going?" You lifted your head from your pillow to take in the significant bounce in his step that he suddenly carried himself with. "Come back!"

"Can't," he spun around and smiled broadly at you, "I have some serious planning to do! I don't want to end up being one of the horrible dates you tell your teammate about!" he winked at you before practically skipping out the room.

February 14th, afternoon

For some reason you couldn't quite place, you'd been nervous about your night out with Bucky all day and it was weirding you out! You'd done plenty of stuff just the two of you before - dinners, movies, drinks - but something about going out with him on a night reserved exclusively for lovers, had you feeling warm and fuzzy as you waited for him to swing by your room to pick you up.

You hadn't seen him since he'd coaxed you into spending Valentine’s together, but he had texted you earlier to 'please wear the red dress' and now you were standing in front of your mirror, eyes hesitantly scanning the tight cocktail dress that was normally reserved for particularly special dates, wondering how Bucky so easily had managed to convince you to put it on for him.

Completely lost in thought, wondering what it would be like dating Bucky, you were slightly startled when there was a sudden knock on your door.

"Come in," you quickly scurried away from the mirror, trying to look as if you hadn't just been fidgety about your special date-night attire and the prospect of a very romantic night out with your best friend - fake or not.

The door opened slowly, revealing Bucky dressed in black from head to toe with a large bouquet of white flowers in hand. The dark colour of his suit and short hair framed his face perfectly, accentuating his clear, blue eyes and pink lips so dreamily that you had to fight the urge to reach out to check if he was real.

"Jesus," he immediately whistled, his entire body tensing as his eyes travelled between your face and hips. "You look amazing!" he said sincerely and ran a hand through the stubbles on his chin, looking slightly taken aback. "I mean... wow!"

"Stop that," you laughed and stepped aside so he could enter your room, "you've seen me in this dress a million times before."

"Yeah," he chuckled and licked his lips, turning around so he could admire you again, "- and you always look amazing, but it hits a little different to know that you're wearing it for me."

"I'm not wearing it for you," you lifted your eyebrows and shot him a dead-pan look, fighting hard to stop the smile that threatened to spring free on your face. "I only put it on because you told me to. I expect there's a reason for us to be dressed so formally," you gestured to his black attire.

"Aw come on," he took a step closer and sent you a cute little pout, "- just let me have one small, tiny win. Tell me you put it on just for me!"

He was smelling heavenly, and he looked terribly cute as he charmingly grinned at you.

"You're insufferable, Barnes," you couldn't hold back the broad smile any longer, "- alright, I put it on just for you," you slowly drawled out. "There you go - Happy?"

"Mmh," he closed his eyes and threw his head backwards with a groan so sensual you had to pretend you were shifting your weight on purpose and not because a jolt of short-lived desire had woken up every fibre in your entire nervous system. "That's my girl," he winked at you, seemingly ignoring your slightly confused face as he held out the bouquet of white tulips. "These are for you."

"You bought me flowers?" you asked with your eyebrows raised high, ignoring the burning sensation on your face. "- Really? No one's ever bought me flowers before..."

"That's what I've been saying, sweetheart," he smiled, looking oddly proud of himself, "- you're dating the wrong guys!"

"I'd say!" you gave the tulips a brief sniff before turning around to find a vase for them to fit in. "That's really sweet of you, Barnes! And on a fake date nonetheless! ...you know, it's funny, but I always pictured you as a roses man."

"Yeah, back in the forties I probably would've bought any girl roses," he sighed softly behind you, and you could almost hear the smirk in his voice as he slowly continued; "- but let's be honest, doll; you're not just any girl..."

"Is that supposed to flatter me?" you laughed as you arranged the flowers in the vase, your back still turned towards him.

"Depends on whether it's working or not."

"Weirdly enough, it is," you chuckled and turned around to face him again only to see how his eyes immediately snapped upwards to meet yours.

From the intense stare he suddenly gave you and the way he slowly licked his broadly grinning lips, you were sure he'd just had his gaze firmly placed on your ass, but you chose not to comment on it. It wasn't exactly the first time you'd caught him with his hand in the cookie jar, but it was the first time you'd felt an odd sensation of pride flow through your body at the thought.

"Do you - uh - do you want something to drink?" you tilted your head to the side, smiling at him as your eyes wandered over the fitted suit.

He was casually leaning up against the wall with his hands buried in his pockets, the confident smirk still in place. "I'm good," he lightly shook his head and pulled up his sleeve to look at his wristwatch, "actually, we should probably get going - we have reservations," he grabbed your woollen overcoat from the coat rack near the door, holding it out so you could easily slip your arms into the sleeves. "- and as much as I'd hate to cover up that beautiful dress, you should probably put this on or I'll be having dinner with an icicle."

"Yeah? What are we doing?" you laughed and gratefully turned your back towards him so he could pull the jacket up your shoulders.

"I'm not gonna say," he teased behind you, the excited smile evident in his voice. "It's a secret!"

"A fake date complete with secret activities?" you laughed and slowly turned towards him again. "I gotta say; I'm impressed, Barnes!"

By pure instinct, you reached up and adjusted the Windsor knot below the collar of his shirt, accidentally staring directly into his beautiful, blue gaze. His breathing picked up at your touch, the muscles surrounding his big doe eyes completely relaxed as he took you in, his wide-blown pupils darting back and forth between your irises.

"Tonight's all about impressing you, darling," he muttered slowly, his Adam's apple bouncing enticingly in his throat as your fingers gave an involuntary twitch atop his sternum.

"Well..." you carefully took a step backwards and gently removed your hands from his chest under the pretence you were busy brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. "- You're succeeding."

Bucky seemed to recover from the intimate moment between you a lot quicker than you did and sent you his usual charming smirk with the tongue darting out between his teeth to lick his lips. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah," you muttered, still slightly flustered as you grabbed your purse and keys.

"Remember to lock up," he sent you a wink. “Can’t have you come back home to find your door unlocked.”

"Of course," you nodded and turned the key before dumping the bundle down in your coat pocket. "Alright. Good to go," you smiled at him.

"Great," he put his hand on the small of your back, leading you away from your room and towards the steel elevators at the end of the hallway.

Under normal circumstances, you were pretty sure you'd be blabbering away, trying to guess what he had planned for tonight, but right now, all you could sense were the large fingers moving over your lower back, the touch so affectionate and intimate that you felt your cheeks go warm again as you involuntarily leaned into it. Silently, you prayed that Bucky wouldn't suddenly turn his head to look at you and realise how his foreign touch had made you slightly giddy.

"You're being quiet," he concluded after a few seconds of silence as the elevator zoomed downwards.

"Just excited for tonight," you managed to mumble, your voice weirdly thick as he started stroking his thumb over a small area of your lower spine, sending you a happy sideways glance.

The electronic panel of the elevator announced your arrival at the bottom floor of the building with a loud ding, and Bucky pressed in on your back, excitedly urging you to move through the steel doors. "Right over here," he chipped happily and lead you to a dark corner of the parking lot where his motorcycle was parked.

"We're riding your Harley?" you arched an eyebrow, taking in the large machine in front of you.

"Yep," he grinned and handed you a helmet.

"- the exact same Harley you won't even let Sam touch...?"

"Well, you're not Sam are you?" he chuckled and swung his leg over the seat, scooting forwards to make room for you on the back of the bike.

He had his legs spread wide around the stealthy machine, his large hands wrapped tightly across the leather of the handles as he rotated the key in the ignition, making the bike rumble to life beneath him. Grinning broadly, he turned his head to look at you, the dimmed lights from the parking garage making him look dark, mysterious, and annoyingly enticing on top of his black motorcycle.

You were frozen, completely taken aback by how the image in front of you was making your mind hazy, blocking out anything but your best friend sitting wide legged and alluring only two feet away.

"Well, are you coming?" he asked slowly, causing a deep shiver to run down your spine as his voice was even huskier than normal.

"Uh - Yeah..." It woke you from your mind-muffling trance and you quickly strapped the helmet underneath your chin and took the seat behind Bucky so he couldn't see the bafflement evident on your face.

The leather of the seat was soft and pliant against the backside of your thighs, and you easily sank into a comfortable position behind him as you wrapped your arms around his warm waist, lacing your fingers around his stomach.

"You good back there?" he sent you a smile over his shoulder, putting a reassuring hand on top of yours, affectionately stroking his thumb over your wrist.

You could feel his heavy heartbeat in his chest, the hard muscles of his stomach tensing as you wrapped your arms tighter around him, readying yourself for when he turned on the gas. "Yeah," you nodded, wondering if he too could feel the sensation of a foreign heart beating rapidly against his torso.

"Hold on tight, doll," he said huskily as he twisted the right-side handle with a roar of the bike and slowly drove out of the garage and into the night.

For the first few minutes on the road, you were completely overwhelmed by the feeling of absolute freedom that the ride brought you.

Elegantly, Bucky steered the bike through the busy streets of New York, the coloured lights of Manhattan coming closer and closer as you clung tightly to his warm body, your heart beating faster than ever against your ribcage, and you wondered if the high level of adrenaline coursing through your veins was due to the bike-ride, or the way Bucky felt against you as he easily balanced the large machine between his legs.

You rode for about thirty minutes, not stopping until you'd reached an expensive-looking building in Brooklyn Heights.

"We're eating here?" you let him help you off the bike as you looked in awe at the expensive cars parked outside.

"No, sweetheart," he chuckled and put your helmet in the compartment underneath the leather seat before pressing his hand to the small of your back again. "We're doing something far better for dinner. This is just the warm-up. Come on," he softly pushed you forwards and guided you into the lobby and towards the golden elevator at the end where he pressed the button for the top floor.

He was smiling confidently above you, moving his hand over your hips and stepping closer to your body. You were just about to let him know that you liked his touch, that he looked more handsome than ever, but the elevator doors suddenly slid open at the designated floor, taking away your privacy.

"After you, sweetheart," Bucky cleared his throat and let his hand fall to his side, making your body feel weirdly naked without his firm touch.

The place he'd taken you was a prohibition-themed bar complete with gold ornaments, checkerboard tiles and coffered wood ceilings. The atmosphere was warm and romantic, every mahogany table occupied by anticipating lovers holding hands and sipping expensive-looking cocktails.

Bucky made sure to walk close to you as you made your way through the sitting crowd, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you when his fingers occasionally brushed over your dress as he lead you to a table near one of the tall floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the East River.

"Wow Buck," you murmured as you sat down and took in the romantic view before you; how the skyscrapers on the other side of the river rose calmly against the pink evening sky. "This is amazing!"

"Yeah, I was hoping we'd get here in time to catch the sunset," he smiled and confidently leaned back in his chair, his eyes darting between you and the beautiful view outside. "...Would you like a drink?" He asked softly and handed you a heavy leather-inbound cocktail card.

"Thanks," you brushed your fingers over his as you accepted the menu from his hand and had to suppress the urge to let them linger. You only briefly managed to catch the way his chest heaved in anticipation as a breath hitched in your throat, your gaze turned towards the card in your lap.

"Fuck, Bucky!" you let your eyes wander down the list of beverages, "- this is crazy expensive!"

Bucky let out a heart-warming laugh that had your cheeks go so warm that you forced yourself to firmly keep your eyes on the list of drinks in front of you so he wouldn't notice how he kept causing reactions in you. "It's okay, sweetheart," he chuckled, "just pick something you like and don't look at the prices. My treat, remember?"

Slowly, you looked back up at his amused smile, a mild look of shock evident on your face. "What? No! You know I can't let you do that!" You gasped, "It'll be a fortune - and Buck, this isn't even a real date?!"

The words had barely escaped you before the smirk slipped from his face. Trying not to let the disappointment seep through him, he pressed his lips tightly together as he looked at you, his hand immediately going through his hair, slicking it back. "Come on," he sighed briefly and leaned in, forcing out a stiff smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Just pretend... please - just for tonight, okay? Let me spoil you," he pleaded quietly, nervously licking his lips.

You almost protested. Almost insisted on paying your own half, but something about the way he was looking at you told you that it wasn't up for discussion - that he had wanted to do this for quite some time.

"Alright," you ended up sighing while taking in his determined face. "Thank you for doing this for me."

"Anything for you," he nodded and sent you a cute smile before turning his gaze back to the menu in front of him. "So... drinks! What are you having?" he smiled softly, his eyes briefly skirting over your face again. "I think I'll go with the Macallan fifteen - How about you?”

"Am I supposed to take a scotch as well?"

"No, sweetheart," Bucky chuckled warmly, "you can have whatever you like!"

"I have sovereignty? Well, this already beats half the dates I’ve been on this year!“ you laughed and danced your eyes over the list of cocktails. "I'll have the Tequila Martini then."

"Tequila Martini for the lady," he winked at you and left for the bar with a certain self-assured swagger in his step you hadn't seen before. He was carrying himself differently than normal, almost as if he was proud to have your eyes on him, and you silently wondered if he was always like this on dates; so confident and enticing that the people he asked out couldn't tear their eyes away from him.

He was standing with his broad back turned towards you, his legs spread confidently apart as he put his weight on his right foot and grabbed the attention of the bartender with a raised hand and a charming smile. After he’d placed your order, he slowly turned around and sent you a blinding smile accompanied by a wink, making your heart immediately picked up its pace.

You had never realised just exactly how high his cheekbones were, the sharpness of his angled jaw, his straight nose. He was without a doubt one of the most handsome men you'd ever laid your eyes on, but it was as if you didn't truly appreciate it until that exact moment.

He sent you a stomach-warming wink before turning back to the bar to pay for your drinks, picking up the two glasses and slowly swaggering back over you.

"Here you go," he slid the tall martini glass over the table and had a sip of his own mahogany-coloured drink.

"Thanks," you sheepishly accepted the drink from him and had a sip as well. "Have you ever been here before? You walk like you own the room."

He let out a laugh, "yeah, funny you should mention it. I actually did live here briefly."

"What?" you raised your eyebrows at him.

"Yeah, the ground floor used to house one of Brooklyn's finest cobblers. I spent a few summers working for him to make a buck or two before I got drafted. Slept in his spare room at night and even snuck out there sometimes," he pointed towards the terrace outside. "- though it wasn't nearly as neat back then."

"Mmh," you twirled the straw of your drink between your fingers, smiling as you imagined a young, starry-eyed Bucky in dirty work rags. "What was Brooklyn like back then?"

Bucky looked away, contemplating his answer for a few seconds before sending you a crooked smile. "Smelly," he nodded, "- but wonderful! You would've loved it!"

"Yeah, I've heard it had a certain charm... I've actually been wondering -" you cocked your head to the side and saw how he leaned in in excitement, "- given the chance, would you go back to Brooklyn in the 40s?"

"...Well, it depends," he drawled, squinting his eyes and looking at you as if you'd just asked him a million dollar question, "- would you be there?"

"Well, no," you shook your head and took a sip of your drink. "I can't go with you since I won't be born until several decades later."

"Then it's a hard pass," he shook his head without taking a time-out to think.

"Really?" you laughed at how resolutely he was looking at you. "I mean that much to you that you'd actually stay here?"

"Sweetheart," he drawled and licked his lips, looking as if he'd won the lottery. "I'd follow you just about anywhere..."

You immediately felt your insides squirm in your belly at his soft-spoken words, his eyes more piercing than ever as he leaned in close with an excited smile on his lips.

"That's really sweet Barnes," you mumbled and tried to hide your flustered face behind your glass as he merely smiled softly at you.

Bucky ended up buying you two more cocktails, the conversation flowing more freely than you'd ever experienced in such a fancy setting before. He told you about his life before the war, stories you'd heard a million times before, but somehow never grew tired of.

Slowly, the night sky outside changed from magenta to lilac as the bar filled up with anticipating lovers, but you and Bucky were far too lost in each other to sense anything else.

It wasn't until the conversation fell on his Ma's cuisine, you realised just how hungry you were, and Bucky suggested grabbing something to eat.

"Aren't we riding the bike again?" You asked curiously when the clear night air of the Brooklyn street hit your lungs and Bucky turned the opposite direction.

"No, dinner's just around the corner," he nodded and waited for you to catch up to him.

"Where are we going?" you asked curiously, happy to see the small smile dancing on the corner of his lips when you interlocked your elbow around his.

"Oh, I have reservations for the finest dinner in all of Brooklyn," he chuckled lowly.

"Another fancy place to impress me?" You arched an eyebrow at him, hoping he was joking.

"Mmmh," he briefly squinted his eyes and tilted his head from side to side, "...something like that..."

He stopped half-way through Brooklyn Bridge Park, a purple food truck blasting mariachi music loudly beside you. He was grinning broadly as he locked eyes with you. "You want veggie or carne?" he asked excitedly.

"What?" You mirrored his laugh, taking in his amused face without understanding what was going on.

"Veggie or carne?" He repeated, this time a bit louder as the smile grew on his lips, "- for your tacos."

"Oh, we're having tacos!" you laughed, looking at the heavenly-smelling truck beside you, your eyes already scanning the different options.

"It's your favourite, isn't it?" He chuckled with an arched eyebrow. "Your ultimate comfort food."

"Yes, but how on earth do you know that?" You grinned.

"I know everything about you, sweetheart," he winked at you with a warm smile. "- and I just thought, since you always order Mexican when you're down, I'd change it around for you; tacos should be a means of celebrating."

"And what are we celebrating today?" You challenged him with an arched eyebrow.

"You finally agreeing to go out with me of course," he nodded and bumped his elbow against yours. "Come on, what are you having?"

"Alright," you grinned, liking his flirty stare. "I'll have two veggie."

"Coming right up, sweetheart," he winked at you and went to get your food while you sat down on a nearby bench, once again looking over at the Manhattan skyline.

"Hope you're hungry," Bucky laughed five minutes later when he sat down next to you, handing you two huge tacos while his other hand was clutching three for himself.

"Like you wouldn't believe," you happily accepted the food and started unwrapping one of them. "So... is this what a normal Bucky Barnes date looks like?" you had a bite of your taco and turned your head to look at him. "Fancy cocktails on top of the world followed by tacos in Brooklyn Bridge Park?"

"No, this is special," Bucky chuckled while looking between you and the Manhattan skyline with a small, knowing smile on his lips. "This is custom-made, just for you."

"Well..." you smiled and bumped your knee against him, "- you did good! This is really, really nice."

"It is," he nodded and slung his arm over the backrest of the bench, finding your body and pressing his fingers into your ribs to pull you a little closer to his comfortable torso.

You couldn't stop the satisfied sigh that left your lips at his welcome touch, and immediately put your head on the top of his shoulder, having a bite of your taco as you looked up at the blinking light atop Empire State Building's lightening rod, trying not to think too much about rhythm of his heavy heartbeat against your spine. "What do you usually do on dates then?"

"Sweetheart," Bucky chuckled above you, the warm sound bouncing in his chest against your backside. "I've known you what - two years now? Have you ever heard me talking about going on a date?"

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly, letting his words sink in. "Hold up..." you turned your head to look up at him. "- you haven't been on a date in over two years?"

"No," he shook his head resolutely and plumped in the last bite of one of his tacos, "- haven't met anyone I want to go out with..."

You blew a raspberry, "that's not true!" you laughed, "what about the girls you bring home from the bar? Don't tell me you haven't invited just a single one of them out afterwards!"

You felt him freeze slightly, his chest suddenly hard and tense underneath the back of your head. "...You - uh - you know about that?" he mumbled quietly as he immediately stopped chewing.

"Yeah, well, we share a wall, Buck" you nodded and looked up at his cringing face. "And it's not exactly as if neither you nor your dates are playing the quiet game in there," you shrugged, trying to push away the small, weird pang of sudden jealousy at the late night memories from your lonely room.

"Yeah, sorry," he mumbled awkwardly and balled up the wax paper from one of his tacos, throwing it in the bin to hide his embarrassment.

"Don't feel bad," you looked up at his guilty expression. "- it's okay... I'm sure you've heard me have sex plenty of times as well."

"Yeah... yeah I have," he breathed and shifted awkwardly behind you, his gaze firmly fixed on the dark horizon, his breathing rhythmless and laboured.

"- I'm just surprised you haven't asked anyone out, is all," you continued, still fighting the envious fire in your stomach. "I've seen how they're all lining up for you. You could have anyone you want!"

"...you'd be surprised," he mumbled, his cheeks dusted a faint shade of pink. "I - uhm - I don't know," he shrugged with a small sigh, "- I guess I just haven't met anyone I find interesting enough to spend an evening with outside the bedroom..."

"…apart from me!" you chuckled, sending him what you hoped was an amused glance.

"Yeah, apart from you, doll", he smiled softly, his body finally letting go of some of the tension it held although he was still sounding wary behind you, "- you're special."

"Likewise," you nodded slowly as the fire in the pit of your stomach finally doused. "...Okay I gotta ask you; when was the last time you had a date?"

"I don't know," he shrugged, "I tried some dating apps a few years ago. Wasn't really my thing. I guess I'm too old-fashioned for the whole online thing. I want a real meet cute."

"Yeah, well you're never gonna have a meet cute if you never leave the compound's gym," you chuckled.

"Hey, I left the gym tonight, didn't I?" he chuckled sincerely, and you were happy to finally feel his chest bounce in amusement against you again.

"Yeah, but do you really believe you're going to meet someone while you're dragging me along?" You laughed, hoping to dear God that he wouldn't.

"I don't know," he ran a hand through his short hair while licking his lips, "you never know when the right person's suddenly standing in front of you. I want to be ready for when that finally happens."

"Can't wait for that to happen to me," you sighed.

"Yeah... Can't wait either," he mumbled quietly and softly ran his thumb over your shoulder.

"Well, we can keep dreaming, the two of us," you looked up at him and softly patted his thigh. "The forever singles."

"Yeah," he nodded before he went quiet, fixing his gaze on the horizon again, taking in the dusk. "You ready for the next part of the date?" he asked after a few seconds.

"There's more?"

"Yeah, of course there's more, come on," he chuckled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, leading you back through the park to a building opposite the fancy bar where you'd had drinks.

"The Pelican Club?" you read the large neon sign above the brass double doors. "What's this? Are we going for more drinks?"

"No," he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside to a dark room covered in heart-shaped balloons and confetti, a loud band in the corner playing peppy swing jazz for the out-of-breath-people on the dance floor. "We're going dancing!" he exclaimed happily and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"Barnes!" You squealed desperately and leaned in close to outshout the loud music, "I can't dance!"

"Neither can I," he shouted back with a laugh, "I haven't danced since before the war!" He grabbed a coat hanger and held out his hand to take your jacket. "...What?" He laughed when you hesitated, "- you'd trust me with your life in the field but not when it comes to something as harmless as dancing?"

You bit your lower lip, taking in how the people on the dance floor moved effortlessly with their partners, sure that you were going to make a fool of both yourself and Bucky.

"- Come on," he interrupted your train of thought with a charming smile, "- you're gonna love it, I swear!"

"Oh God..." you rolled your eyes and shook the woollen coat from off your shoulders, sending him a nervous look. "Alright! But just so you're prepared; everybody's gonna look at us!"

"Oh I hope so," he grinned, "it would be a crime not to acknowledge such a beautiful woman in such a beautiful dress," he drawled and once more put his hand on the small of your back, the pillowy words along with his somewhat craving touch so blinding and desirable, that you briefly forgot he was leading you to a dance floor.

He stopped in the middle of the room, turning around to face you. "You ready?"

"I guess," you nodded, slightly anxious about what was going to happen, but calming down almost immediately when Bucky's right hand found yours. Carefully, his metal fingers grabbed your hip and he pulled you flush against his chest.

You were looking up at him, the expression on his face soft and longing as he slowly moved his fingers over your hipbone, his chest heaving steadily before you. "Just let me lead, sweetheart," he leaned in close and whispered in your ear, his voice laced with thick syrup that melted into your ear canals and made your knees weak.

"O-okay," you nodded and followed him as he took a step to the side, his eyes never leaving yours.

You'd never seen him like this before; so tender and so up close you could take in every small detail of his angled face; the almost invisible small, brown freckles cute and innocently splashed over his straight nose, the fullness of his heavy lower lip and the curve of his cupid's bow contrasting the sharp jaw with the rough stubbles, the splash of dark blue in his otherwise clear, cerulean eyes that were dancing happily across your face.

Why had you never realised how handsome, and masculine, and dreamy he was before he’d coaxed you for a date? All this time you'd just thought of him as your sweet friend Bucky Barnes, never really seeing him for what he truly was; a fucking tease! And as you swayed on the dance floor under his full, undeniable attention, everything inside of you was screaming it at you, reminding you how blind you'd been all this time! A large megaphone ringing in your head; your best friend is the most desirable man in the world!

You saw how the small happy wrinkles around his eyes crinkled as he pulled the corners of his enticing lips upwards, his beautiful irises darting back and forth between your eyes, desperate to take in everything so he wouldn't miss out on the way you were looking at him.

"You're staring, doll," he smirked.

"Sorry," you mumbled and quickly fixed your gaze on the fingers you had placed on top of his shoulder, not wanting him to get scared at the sudden realisation you felt within.

"Don't apologise," he smiled and tilted his head closer to yours to search your face again. "I'm not complaining. I like when you look at me."

Slightly embarrassed by the audible gulp that his words activated in your throat, you carefully found his eyes, savouring the way he breathed in your arms when your gazes finally met again.

"My God," he whispered quietly, "you are beautiful."

"Barnes," you whimpered slightly, looking at his deep blue eyes, your entire body tense as he slowly swung you around.

He moved his hand over your hip, dipping his fingers a little lower than he had before as he leaned in close and whispered in your ear, "I could look at you forever..."

You could feel his breath on your skin, how the words wrapped themselves around you and made your knees feel weaker than ever. Bucky's metal fingers were placed firmly on the lower part of your hip, but you could feel how they slowly started moving up to caress your waist sensually. His aromatic cologne was invading all your senses, filling up your nostrils while his flesh hand slowly caressed your fingers, his dark eyes never leaving you.

You swayed in silence for a while, looking at each other with small, love-drunk smiles playing on your lips, the up-tempo music in the background far too fast for the type of dance you'd engaged in. The megaphone inside your head came in louder and louder the longer you stared at him; kiss him! Kiss him! But you weren't sure if you were putting too much into your dancing, and thus kept your lips at a distance, not wanting to scare him away.

"You - uh," he eventually grinned when the jazz band behind you started playing an even peppier song. "- you wanna get out of here? There's something I'd like to show you."

You merely nodded, completely lost for words as his entire presence had engulfed you.

"Alright," he removed his fingers from your hip and instead grabbed your hand, slowly pulling you to the other side of the dance floor with your fingers carefully intertwined.

Eager for the next part of his plan, you were back in the Brooklyn night air in no time, this time walking towards his motorcycle.

"What do you want to show me?" You locked your palms around his elbow and pressed your hip against his.

"When are you gonna learn that I'm not gonna tell you anything?" he laughed as he flipped open the leather seat of the bike and pulled out a blanket from the compartment underneath. "Have I not given you your money's worth up until now?"

"Oh, you've given me so much more," you chuckled and followed him back up the street.

"Alright -" he shot you a sideways glance and wrapped his arm around your shoulder again, "because you've been so well-behaved and haven't called it a fake date for hours, I'll give you a hint; what we're about to do is my favourite past-time."

"Your favourite past-time? Are we going to the gym?" You laughed, "Or are we annoying Sam? I can't decide what you like the best."

He blew a raspberry and laughed loudly, opening the door to an abandoned warehouse. "You'll see," he chuckled and led you up several flights of stairs, not stopping until you'd reached the roof of the building.

"Is your favourite past time murdering young women on top of creepy old buildings? " You laughed and sat down on a tattered bench leaning up against an old chimney. "Why are there even seats up here?"

"Because this is the prime spot in the city for stargazing," he pointed upwards.

"Stargazing?" You mumbled, your eyes following his. Your mind was immediately taken aback by the sight that met you: the sky had long ago turned from lilac to a deep blue, but now it was lit up by thousands of tiny stars twinkling competitively with the man next to you. "Wow," you breathed quietly, keeping your gaze on the many lights although Bucky's enticing scent was screaming at you to direct your attention towards him instead.

"I know," his deep voice brought you back down to earth as he unfolded the fuzzy blanket halfway and wrapped it around your shoulders before taking the seat next to you.

"As if I'm letting you freeze," you chuckled and unwrapped the other half, draping it over both your shoulders, scooting a little closer to him on the bench so the plaid could reach around both of you. You felt how his fingers hesitantly found your hips, but when you didn't move away as he pressed his fingertips to your hipbone, he snuggled a little closer.

"It's really beautiful out here tonight," you breathed as you gazed upwards. "It's not often we get to see stars this clearly in New York."

"Yeah, we're quite lucky," he scooted even closer to you, his gaze briefly skirting over your awed face.

"Yeah," you breathed, trying to ignore how close his lips were as you took in the beauty of Cassiopeia above you, "I used to sit like this with my best friend when I was a kid..."

Bucky slowly turned his face away from you, letting out an inaudible gulp as he furrowed his eyebrows, the look on his face tender and anticipating as he too looked upwards. "Me too," he mumbled after a few seconds, "- although the sky was even clearer back then."

"You used to watch the stars with Steve?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "we could sit up here for hours, imagining what our lives would be. I guess neither of us quite hit the target."

"Guess not," you grinned and caressed his leg underneath the blanket to show him that you understood. "Do you miss him?"

"Yeah, every day," Bucky nodded, "I wish you guys had met. He would've liked you."

"Me too," you softly stroked your little finger over his kneecap to console him. "He seems like a good man."

"The best," Bucky concluded with a nod, "- but I guess it all turned out how it was supposed to anyway. He's with Peggy, the love of his life, and I'm here with you..." he smiled softly, tilting his head from side to side. "Well - and Sam of course."

"Ah yes!" You laughed, "- let's not forget about the love of your life!"

"Don't tell him I mentioned him," he sent you a crooked smile, "I'd never hear the end of it!"

"I'll try not to," you chuckled and moved your hand over the tense muscles of his thigh. "Did you and Steve take all your dates dancing back then?"

"Of course," he nodded, "I wasn't stupid. Perfect opportunity for prolonged eye contact and a few strategically placed hands."

"Oh my God," rolled your eyes with a laugh.

"You should've seen me," he smirked, "two arms and an undeniable boyish charm. And when I put on the uniform, they didn't stand a chance in resisting me."

"Oh, I bet!" you chuckled, "Did you take them up here afterwards then?"

"Sometimes," he smirked, and you could feel how he his breathing was coming in nervous. "If they were particularly special," he held you a little tighter.

You sat in silence for a while, both of you smiling up at the stars above you, taking in the beauty of the night sky while Bucky's hand softly caressed your shoulder and upper arm.

"Alright," he said suddenly, looking at his wristwatch, "I'm afraid that's it for tonight. A gentleman always has his girl home before midnight," he winked at you and stood up from the bench, offering you his hand.

"Scared that your coach might turn into a pumpkin?" You laughed and let him help you to your feet.

"It's just proper dating etiquette. And I'm showing you what a proper date looks like, remember?" he winked at you.

"Yeah," you nodded, happy that he had decided to take you out even though you'd been hesitant to accept at first. "Of course," you smiled up at him and laced your fingers between his, feeling his pulse in the tips as he lead you back down the flight of stairs and over to his motorcycle.

"Hey, you wanna steer?" he asked suddenly while watching you strap your helmet.

"Steer? The bike?"

"Come on, it's easy," he grinned and swung his leg over the seat, scooting backwards to make room for you in front of him. "Come here," he said quietly as you slowly approached him and swung your leg over the seat as well. Bucky put his hands on your hips to keep you in place and pressed you against his warm chest, a deep flutter shooting through your limbs, fogging up your brain.

"So what you want to do," he leaned in close and almost whispered in your ear, "- is to keep one hand on the throttle at all times," he wrapped his large hand around yours on top of the right handle. "Roll it towards yourself to speed up, the other way to slow down, okay?" He waited for your confirmation before he continued, "- up here, you squeeze the lever to brake the front wheel," he stretched your right-hand fingers and pressed in on them before moving his large hand to your leg, brushing his fingers over the exposed skin at your thigh before pointing towards a pedal by your foot. "- and this one to break the back wheel," he whispered and sent shivers down your spine as he put his other hand low on the left side of your hip. "You shift gears on the clutch up here - and by using the pedal down there, but don't worry about that, I'll do that, you just concentrate on speed and steering... Okay, doll?" He whispered sensually and slowly moved both hands over your thighs, his fingers warm on your skin against the cold February air.

The words were stuck in your throat, and you couldn't move. You wanted to feel his hands on your entire body, not just on the strip of exposed skin below the hem of your dress. "Mmm-hmm," you mumbled, a flush of sensuality settling in your stomach as you took in the way his fingers felt on you.

"Alright, sweetheart," he whispered, his lips dangerously close to your ear, "when you're ready, push the ignition and slowly roll the throttle towards yourself."

You did as he said, feeling how the machine rumbled and spluttered as it came to life between your legs. Bucky had his arm draped casually across your waist and he scooted a little closer to you, making himself comfortable on the leather seat underneath the two of you as you slowly turned the right handlebar and felt how the bike immediately reacted to it and started rolling down the street.

The miles sped away underneath the black tires as you steered through Brooklyn and upstate to the Avenger's compound you both called home. The lights of the city were a blur around you, Bucky's warm breath pleasant against your neck, his lips buzzing right next to the sensitive skin.

"You're doing so well, sweetheart," he mumbled in your ear while gently running his fingers over the soft fabric of your red dress, grinning against your ear every time you gave an unconscious squeeze to the throttle, coaxing more power from the rumbling machine beneath you.

Before you'd really had a chance to savour the ride back from Manhattan and Bucky's warm praises against your skin, you had parked the motorcycle in the garage, had giggled innocently in the short elevator ride to your floor, and were suddenly standing outside your bedroom door, saying good night.

"Thanks for doing this, Barnes, I had a really great time with you.”

"Me too, sweetheart," he muttered and put his head on the wall while looking at you with a soft expression, the air between you more charged than ever. "I hope it was worth sacrificing your Valentine's Day over."

You took a step closer to him and touched the hem of his jacket sleeve, "this is the best Valentine's Day I've ever had, thank you."

Bucky's eyes scanned your face briefly as a proud smile emerged on his lips. "Me too, sweetheart..." he nodded, looking as if he was having a hard time holding himself back from touching you.

"So... how does the Bucky Barnes experience usually end?" you asked quietly, looking up at his piercing eyes.

"Well," he drawled, "...there are a couple of outcomes. And they all depend on the key jangle."

"The key jangle?" you asked hesitantly and furrowed your eyebrows, suddenly nervous you were failing some sort of weird test.

"Yeah," Bucky nodded his head with a chuckle, "- you see; when you follow a woman to her door, and you stand like this," he took a step closer and pointed between the two of you, "she will always either fiddle with her keys or not depending on how eager she is to open the door. A key jangle without an invitation to come inside, means you should just thank her for tonight, turn around and go home. Key jangle and an invitation means she really wants you to come up for a nightcap. And no key jangle at all usually means she wants you to kiss her at her door."

"You can tell all that just from the keys?" you threw back your head with a laugh, taking in how he shifted his weight on his feet and ran a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, usually..." he licked his lips hesitantly, his eyes travelling down to your hands that you had buried in the pockets of your coat.

You knew what he was requesting; he wanted to see if you were fiddling your keys or not.

Slowly, you pulled both hands up from your pockets, laying them flat in front of him and turning them around, showing him your empty palms.

His eyes snapped from your hands and up to your face.

His chest was heaving slowly, his eyes darkening as the pupils slowly drowned out the blue in his irises while he looked at you. "No keys," he concluded quietly, trying hard to fight the smile that tugged on the corners of his mouth. "Fuck me," he smiled broadly, and stepped over to you, putting his calloused palm to the side of your face where he stroked his thumb over your jawline while his lips danced enticingly close to yours.

You let out a small whimper at the soft touch, reached up, and pressed your pillowy lips to his broad smile.

The kiss was short and sweet, but it didn't take Bucky two seconds before he let out a satisfied groan and pulled you closer. "Fuck, sweetheart!" he whispered with a breath heavier than ever before. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this," he growled and put his hand in the back of your neck, his lips urging you to open your mouth so he could slip his tongue past your teeth and into your wet mouth.

He gave out a sensual groan when your tongues finally found each other and happily trailed his metal fingers up your side; touching the exposed skin of your thigh, grazing over the curve of your hip, massaging your waistline through the soft fabric of your red dress.

You pulled your head slightly backwards, just enough to free your lips from his, but the quiet whimper that escaped Bucky's throat when he chased your mouth wasn't lost on you.

"You wanna..." you breathed, taking in his blushed face, his hooded eyelids, his unruly hair, "- you wanna come inside?"

He smirked proudly and leaned closer, pressing a series of soft, wet kisses to your throat that were so sensual and full of lust that this time, it was you who whimpered.

"Yeah, sweetheart," he breathed against the wet spots on your neck, "fuck I wanna come inside!" He growled and resumed his kisses to the thin skin below your ear as you desperately tried to fit your key in the lock.

His hands were snaking around your stomach, his palms pressing you closer to his pelvis, and he leaned in close and whispered in your ear. "Sweetheart, I want to take you out again..." he pulled your earlobe between your teeth.

"Buck!" You gasped when you felt his fingers graze over the skin of your inner thighs.

"Tonight wasn't play-pretend for me..." he whispered, "I want you. All of you. Not just on missions and during training sessions at the gym - all the time."

You fiddled with your keys in the lock, desperate to rip off his clothes, and finally managed to open the door to your room.

You quickly spun around in his arms and felt his large palms dip lower on your hips while he was looking at you with a slightly nervous and anticipating look.

"Okay you got me," you whispered and hooked a finger in his collar as you took a step backwards and hauled him into your room.

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Sleepless nights

Roommate!Bucky x Fem!reader

Summary - Weeks of not being able to get off leave you restless and without sleep, and after hearing your troubles through the thin walls, your roommate, Bucky, decides to help you out.

Word count - 4.6k

Warnings - (+18) Smut, masturbation, oral (f receiving), fingering, pet-names, dirty talk, friends to lovers, fluff.

A/n - Well. Let's just say I did not expect to write over 4k words of pure smut, but I'm not mad about it.

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Hours. It had been fucking hours of you tossing and turning and there was still no sign of sleep coming anytime soon.

Your eyelids were heavy but your mind was running a mile a minute, refusing you the simple release of rest.

It wasn’t just tonight that you lay awake half the night, for about a week now you’ve been running only on caffeine, barely sleeping at all and you were starting to lose hope that you’ll ever get a decent nights sleep again.

You could give a decent guess to why you couldn’t sleep.

Bucky had only moved in three months ago, but living with somebody else in a tiny apartment with very thin walls proved to be more difficult that you had expected.

You hadn’t been able to get off in weeks, and it was the most sexually frustrated you’ve ever been in your life.

There was a rule you made for yourself when he first moved in.

Never masturbate with Bucky home.

It was a simple rule, one fairly easy to follow. Your walls were thin and Bucky’s enhanced hearing was something you were very aware of. But your resolve was cracking.

You need it.

You’re fucking desperate.

You groaned quietly into your pillow, opening your eyes to adjust to the darkness of your room. There’s no point in trying anymore. You’re never gonna sleep again.

Your bed was too warm, your pillow too flat, everything uncomfortable for no apparent reason and it was driving you insane.

You adjusted your position again, lying on your back to stare up at the ceiling.

You can’t do this anymore.

The thought of finally feeling that release was enough to make you clench your thighs together, images and scenarios filling your desperate and horny brain as you let your eyes fall shut.

You thought about feeling the weight of someone above you, kissing your lips, slipping their tongue inside before lowering their mouth to your neck, marking you, then lower, teeth catching on your nipple before soothing the sting with their tongue, lower, lips against the soft skin of your stomach, lower, brushing against your navel, lower.

You thought about his lips on your clit as a teasing kiss as he looks up at you with a smirk when you moan, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously in the dim light of your bedroom.

You ripped your eyes open, your gaze shooting to the wall to the left of your bed.

The image of him between your legs stayed vivid in your mind.

It certainly wasn’t the first time you’d imagined sleeping with Bucky, but it was the most vivid daydream you’d ever had about him.

He was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen, of course you’d grow to have feelings for him, he was sweet, charming, caring, and too goddamn smooth for his own good.

It was agony sometimes, the way he’d flirt so shamelessly with you when you were sexually frustrated beyond reasoning, it led to a rather dangerous dynamic between you, both teasing the tension more and more until someone finally did something about it, but you were certainly just as stubborn as Bucky, and there’s no way you'd admit to your feelings first.

Your hand was resting on your stomach your body begging you to slide it down further, to feel the mess you’d already made of your underwear.

He’d most certainly hear you if you weren’t careful, but you couldn’t wait any longer, your clit was throbbing with need, your eyes falling closed again as your hand inched lower and lower, slipping under the waistband of your shorts and then into your panties to press two fingers against your clit, gasping at how sensitive you were before quickly snapping your mouth shut, taking a moment to listen for any noises from Bucky’s room and then making gentle circles with your fingers when you felt the coast was clear.

Your head sunk into the pillow, your hips lifting to grind against your hand as the tension in your body started to melt away, your teeth pulling harder at your bottom lip in attempt to keep any noises at bay, but when you started to speed up your fingers, a quite whine slipped out and you were to invested in your own pleasure to notice.

Bucky did though, he noticed everything, heard every damn squeak your mattress would make every time you shifted in bed, heard the quiet noise often playing through your phone as you scrolled aimlessly through social media, he could practically hear you think, so he most certainly heard the soft, whiny moan that made his cock twitch in his boxers.

He knew you weren’t getting much sleep recently, he knew that because he wasn’t either. It’s not like he blamed you, Bucky had his own problems, chronic insomnia being one of them, but knowing that you were also awake all night, tossing and turning just as he was, for some reason made it worse.

The noise wasn’t the problem, he’s had over 70 years to get used to his enhanced abilities, hearing the thump of someone’s heart in their chest was normal to him, the constant noise was more normal, more natural to him now, than the expected quiet he'd hear without the serum.

He liked that he could hear your heartbeat, he liked that he could hear your gentle humming as you showered, he liked hearing you laugh at whatever you were looking at on your phone, so loud and so clear through the thin wall that he could almost imagine that you were laying beside him, giggling at something he had said.

But god he fucking loved hearing the moans kissing his ears right now.

It felt wrong, it felt dirty, but you were making the most beautiful noises, and Bucky couldn’t help but imagine you laying in bed, your hand between your thighs, touching yourself like you needed, your pretty lips parted and eyes closed- no, eyes open, watching him as you let him hear you, let him watch you.

Bucky hissed and cursed quietly when he squeezed his dick through the fabric of his boxers, a soft groan escaping him when you moaned again.

This is wrong. It’s so fucking wrong, but how could he not.

He tried desperately to justify himself when he shifted in his bed, moving closer to the wall to his right to hear you better, his hand sliding under the waistband of his underwear to wrap around his cock, but the guilt and shame of it made him quickly come back to his senses and he ripped his hand away, sitting up in his bed and resting his head back against his headboard, closing his eyes.

“Bucky.”

He jumped forward, a sharp intake of air catching in his throat at the sound of you saying his name. At first he thought he had been caught, and the guilt worsened, but another moan followed and suddenly he was breathless.

“Fuck Bucky, please.”

He groaned again, his cock so hard that he could feel precum weeping from the tip, making a small damp patch in his boxers.

It took everything in him not to get up and burst into your room, the knowledge that you were thinking about him as you touched yourself was driving him insane, fucking feral.

His fists were clenched in his lap as he breathed through his nose, pushing away the urge to touch himself as he told himself that he could wait it out without being too much of a creep.

He didn’t have any headphones yet, that was still on his list of things to invest in, so he couldn’t exactly stop himself from listening. Not that he wanted to at all, but for your sake.

He waited, listening to your heavy breathing that was steadily speeding up, your quiet moans getting slightly louder as you drew closer and closer to release.

Bucky's cock was throbbing, begging for him to touch himself along with you.

Both of you were on the edge of your seats, waiting for you to climax, waiting for the release, but as you got closer, the tension in your core depleted, and you lost your rhythm, letting out an upset, frustrated cry when you couldn’t cum.

Bucky froze, listening to the muffled, annoyed groan you let out into your pillow, a whispered, “fuck.” escaping your lips.

It was silent for a moment.

Bucky could hear the loud beating of his own heart in his ears, but not a sound from you, not until he heard the quietest sob and he was standing in an instant, his previous lust discarded as he ripped open one of his drawers and pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants and a t-shirt.

He could hear your cries getting louder as he left his own room and walked to yours, his forehead falling to the cool surface of your bedroom door as he gathered enough courage to knock.

You froze when you heard the gentle knock on your door, startling you as tears continued to stream down your cheeks.

Did Bucky hear you? Was he at your door to tell you to shut up so he could get some sleep?

Your face heated with embarrassment and you sniffled and cleared your throat, calling out a small, “yeah?”

Bucky swallowed down his nerves, and cleared his own throat, “I heard you crying. Just wanted to check on you, make sure that you’re okay.”

You rubbed your hand across your forehead, there’s no way he didn’t hear you moaning the way that you were only minutes ago if he managed to hear your frustrated crying into your pillow, however, the worry in his voice made your heart swell despite the awkward circumstance.

“I’m okay Buck, just- just tired.” You replied and Bucky sighed, his eyebrows furrowed.

“D’you want me to come in? Could give you a hug if you want one?” He offered.

You bit your lip as you considered his offer, Bucky did give really good hugs, and you most certainly needed one right now.

It was probably a bad idea, and given the fact that you were just masturbating to thoughts of him certainly didn't make it any better, but you found yourself answering before your brain could catch up with your mouth. “Yeah.”

Bucky smiled to himself, reaching for your door handle and letting himself in, tutting gently at the sight of you sat in the middle of your bed with your knees tucked up to your chest, tear tracks drawing lines down your cheeks as you sniffed.

“What's the matter, honey?” He walked to the edge of your bed, his eyes soft when you reached your arms out for him, wanting that hug he had promised.

He sat on your bed and pulled you to him, his metal arm cradling your back as his flesh hand rested on your hair, holding you close to him as you tucked your face into his chest.

He laughed when you grumbled something into his shirt, “What was that, doll?”

You took a deep breath and moved your head to the side, your arms slipping around Bucky’s waist to squeeze him back, making warmth spread across his chest.

There’s no point in pretending what just happened didn’t happen, so you decided to just say it, “You heard me didn’t you?”

Bucky’s hand that was stroking your back stuttered in its movement, and you immediately knew the answer to that question.

“Uhh... heard what?”

You groaned in embarrassment and Bucky blushed, “I appreciate you trying to not make this awkward, but we both know that you definitely heard me.”

Bucky didn’t reply, he didn’t know what to say, he felt disgusted with himself.

“I’m so sorry, I obviously thought I was being a lot quieter than I actually was. Fuck, this is so embarrassing.” You pressed your face into his shirt again and Bucky’s arms tightened around you.

“Hey, you got no reason to apologise, you live here, you have every right to do whatever you need to do whenever you want. I’m the one who needs to apologise, listening in on you like some fuckin’ creep, I’m so sorry Y/n.” He frowned into your hair, the self-loathing was practically rolling off him in waves.

“Bucky, you did nothing wrong, what could you have done? It’s not like you could’ve turned your hearing off or anything.”

He went quiet again, his frown deepening at your words. If only you had known the thoughts that were running through his mind as he listened to you, the way he imagined how you would feel squeezing his fingers, or his cock, how you’d taste.

“You don’t understand, Y/n I-“ He trailed off, unsure on how to word his confession, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but he couldn’t sit there and lie as he held you in his arms. You pulled back slightly, just enough so that you could look at him, and you took in the guilty look in his eyes as the blush deepened on your cheeks, connecting the dots yourself.

“Oh.” Was all you could say, your hands were suddenly clammy, your throat dry as you imagined Bucky touching himself to the sound of your moans, it made your heart thump harder in your chest and he most certainly heard it.

“I didn’t come in here to embarrass you or anything, and I definitely didn’t come in here to try to start something, I just couldn’t sit there knowing that you were crying in here by yourself. I can leave if you’d like. I should probably leave.”

You quickly shook your head, holding him tighter to stop him, “No, stay. I’m not upset Buck, I still think you have no reason to feel bad.”

Bucky pulled a face, his confusion obvious, his dark eyebrows furrowed, eyes squinted and you pulled away from him to switch on the lamp on your bedside table, smiling when you could finally see his features better in the soft, dim light.

“But I- the things I was thinking, doll. Had no right to creep on you like that, I even-“ He stopped himself again and you bit your lip, sitting on your knees in front of him.

“Did you touch yourself?” You asked quietly, watching Bucky’s adams apple bob as he swallowed, his tongue darting out to wet his lips like he so often did.

He nodded and you squeezed your thighs together.

"But I stopped myself. It was wrong.”

Bucky watched you chew on your lip and the sight made him breathless, the previous excitement from earlier making a quick return.

“So you didn’t cum?“ You almost whispered it, your face inching closer to his and he shook his head, “Neither did I.”

You didn’t know where this boldness was coming from, but you weren’t about to question it when Bucky was staring intensely at you like you were a goddess to be worshipped.

His hand slid to your waist, squeezing slightly and urging you to move forward, onto his lap.

"You never told me why you were crying." He reminded, gently running his hands up your bare thighs as you made yourself comfortable.

The two of you had never been so close before, so close to crossing the lines you've both been longing to cross since you'd met, and after a three month long game of cat and mouse, you were finally ready to bite the bullet.

"I needed to get off so bad, it's been so long Bucky and I needed it, but I just couldn't." You didn't care how whiney you sounded, all you cared about was feeling Bucky's erection straining against his sweatpants between you.

“You want some help, kitten?” He asked, his voice rough in the early hour of the morning, his eyes gleaming with hunger, just like the image of him that your mind had made earlier.

You nodded and glided your hands into his hair. Your face so close to his.

“Want me to make you cum, sweetheart? Make you feel good?” You kept nodding his words sending shivers down your spine, eyes falling shut as you grinded your hips against his, earning a hoarse groan from Bucky.

“Please,” You begged, raking your nails through his hair as he hummed, letting himself relish in the sensation before he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and stood, walking to the end of your bed and laying you down before crawling on top of you.

“Of course, honey.” He whispered gently, and then his lips were on yours, softer than you could’ve ever imagined, sweeter than you’d ever dreamed. His tongue was like silk as it slid against your bottom lip, teasing you before slipping into your mouth, exploring in a way that wasn’t too much, just enough to leave you wanting more.

You moaned into his mouth, pulling gently on the hair at the nape of his neck and he responded by nipping at your lip, making you gasp.

“I heard you say my name. Were you thinking about me? While you touched yourself?“ He spoke in between kisses, moving to the spot just below your ear and leaving open mouthed kisses there to give you the opportunity to respond.

You could barely form the words, so focused on how Bucky’s body felt pressed against your own but he nibbled on the lobe of your ear to get your attention.

You nodded, holding his head to your neck to tell him to keep doing whatever he was doing when he traced his tongue below your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I always think about you.” You replied breathlessly and he moaned into your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“Fuck.” His left hand shifted to your waist, slipping under the hem of your t-shirt and slowly easing it's way onto your skin, you gasped and clenched your stomach when the cold metal met your skin, Bucky almost pulled away, but you arched your back, pressing yourself against his hand, "I always think about you too."

The confession sent you dizzy, along with Bucky's touches as he carressed your soft skin, slowly returning his lips to yours when he felt that your neck was appropriately marked up for him. His hand moved higher and higher, until his fingers brushed the underside of your breast and you arched your back even further, pushing your chest to his.

"Please, buck-" You gasped against his mouth and he pulled back to get a good look at you, his fingers drawing teasing patterns around your nipple.

Your eyes were half-lidded, lips all pretty and swollen from his kisses as you writhed under him, fucking desperate to be touched.

He swore the sight was enough to send him delirious.

"Please what, honey? Talk to me, tell me what you want and I'll give you exactly that." His voice was sweeter than the nickname he'd given you, the pretty words whispered into your ear and all you could do was moan back at him.

"I want-" You paused, you wanted everything, you wanted all of him, all at once, wanted him inside of you, but you thought back to the way you had imagined him pleasuring you earlier, and suddenly you wanted to feel that soft, hot mouth of his in between your legs.

Bucky took in how gone you were, pushing your hips up to grind against his, you needed the release so bad.

"Want to know what I want?" He offered and you nodded instantly, your legs wrapping around his hips to push him down onto you, grinding against him.

"Fuck- wanna taste that pretty cunt of yours, wanna eat you till you can't form a fucking thought, doll." He rolled his hips as he spoke to you, feeling how soaked you were through your shorts, "You want that, honey? Want me to clean up that mess you're making between those pretty thighs?"

You nodded breathlessly, drunk on the feeling of Bucky's hand roaming your skin, you needed more.

You tugged at his shirt, making Bucky chuckle when you struggled to get it off him, he sat back on his knees and reached behind his back to grip the soft material, pulling it over his head and tossing it away, revealing to you his beautifully ripped torso.

It was hard not to gape up at him like he was carved by the gods, because he was, and Bucky almost blushed at your unabashed staring.

He loomed over you with those broad shoulders, silver dog tags hanging from his neck, hunger in his eyes. Of course, you noticed the scars, hundreds upon hundreds of them, scarred tissue that had been broken and left to heal without care, decades of anguish and pain and torture, written deep into his skin, carved into his left shoulder, where skin met metal.

You reached forward, your hand caressing his chest with a barely-there touch, brushing over his dog tags, tracing lightly on a pink scar that stretched across his right collarbone, and settling over his heart, feeling the steady beat beneath your finger tips.

"Beautiful." You breathed and watched as Bucky's lips parted in surprise, it wasn't often he'd receive pretty words in response to the ugliness that was his scars. His tongue darted out to wet his lower lip and pull it between his teeth before he let go and breathed a short laugh, head shaking as he leaned over you.

"That's my line." He lifted your shirt ever so slightly and pressed a kiss to your sternum, his eyes darting up to meet yours as his lips touched your skin, "Can I take this off, sweetheart?"

You let your fingers glide along his back, nodding before lifting your arms to let Bucky guide the shirt over your head.

You didn't feel self conscious to be exposed to him, you didn't really get the chance to before Bucky was groaning out a soft 'fuck' and his mouth was already wrapped around your left nipple.

Immediately, you were a mess again, moaning out in pleasure as Bucky's hot tongue laved over your peaked nipple, sucking it into his mouth before pulling away and blowing cool air onto your heated skin.

He then swapped sides, paying his attention to your right nipple and sending shockwaves down your spine when he used his metal fingers to twist and tweak at the left.

"Fuck, Bucky please-" You groaned, lifting your hips off the mattress, needing to soothe the ache between your legs, he hummed against your skin.

"What is it, honey? You getting all desperate for me huh? I can practically feel you throbbing, sweetheart."

God, this man and his mouth.

He smirked when you didn't respond and lifted his head from your chest, kissing your lips and dipping his tongue into your mouth for a moment before pulling away and kissing your throat.

You shivered as he travelled lower and lower, another kiss to you nipple, lower, a slower, sweeter kiss to your stomach, lower, just below your navel, lower.

He tucked his fingers under the waistband of your shorts, licking his lips and meeting your eye, "Off?"

"Please."

He smiled at you and nodded, pulling them from your body without hesitation, taking your ruined panties with them. Then he parted your legs.

"Fuck." His lips parted, completely breathless as he stared down at you layed out before him, "God, Y/n- So fucking pretty, never seen anythin' so fucking pretty."

You were soaked, your cunt glistening and throbbing, and all for him.

Bucky felt like he had died and gone to heaven.

He laid on the bed, between your legs, staring at your pussy with half lidded eyes, and just as you thought he was about to finally touch you were you needed it, he turned his head and kissed the inside of your thigh.

You whined out in protest, wiggling your hips and glaring at him when he smirked at you, moving to the other thigh and nipping at the soft flesh with his teeth.

Your eyebrows were pulled tightly together, your hands gripping at the bedsheets. The anticipation was fucking killing you.

"Bucky- shit- just-" You were cut off by a throaty moan when Bucky suddenly moved forward and licked a long stripe through your folds.

Your legs practically wrapped around his head, your hands gripping his hair as he circled his tongue around your clit, teasing you in the most delicious way before finally wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard.

Bucky groaned against your cunt when you pulled his hair, the vibration sending a jolt through your stomach.

His hands then squeezed your thighs as he moved his head lower, tongue-fucking you and moaning at the taste.

"Taste so fucking good, pretty girl." He moaned against you, before burying his face impossibly closer, his nose nudging your clit.

You were a mess, pulling harder on his hair as every swipe of his tongue sent waves of ecstasy through your veins.

His right hand drifted from your thigh, caressing up the inside of your leg and reaching your cunt, Bucky pulled away to watch you.

He parted your folds with his fingers, gently rubbing your clit with the soft pad of his thumb long enough to have you writhing beneath him. You watched as he bit his lip, his eyes gleaming as his hand travelled lower, his index finger sliding inside of you, feeling you clench around him as he fingered you slowly, adding a second finger shortly after.

"God, you're fucking soaked." He murmured, and then his mouth was back on you, sucking on your clit with his fingers pumping inside of you.

It was heaven.

You could already feel the coil in your stomach tightening and you wrapped your legs tighter around his head, pushing his face against you as you rocked your hips below him, urging him to add more pressure.

You'd always imagined he'd be good at this, but the orgasms you'd achieved at the hand of the wet dreams you've had about your roommate paled in comparison to the earth-shattering orgasm that tore through you when Bucky rubbed your clit in tight circles with his pointed tongue and curled his fingers inside you at the same time.

Black dots filled your vision, your heart thumping in your ears as Bucky rode you through the orgasm, his tongue replacing his hand at your entrance, lapping at your soaked entrance, only stopping when you hissed at the oversensitivity.

It was only as you came down, returning to your body and mind, that you realised you were holding onto Bucky for dear life, your hands fisted in his hair and your legs wrapped around his head, ankles crossed at his back.

"Sorry," You breathed, releasing him and softly raking your nails across his scalp, making him smile and shiver when they reached the nape of his neck.

"Never apologise for anything like that, doll. That was fucking amazing." He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh, and then another one to your hip as he crawled his way back up your body, finally kissing your lips again.

You blushed when you tasted yourself on his lips. He chuckled and kissed you deeper, his tongue sliding against yours.

He then pulled back and kissed your nose, taking note of the tired smile on your face.

He was practically throbbing with need, but you were exhausted, so he pushed the unholy thoughts to the back of his mind and took a deep breath.

"C'mon, kitten. Time for bed." He whispered, kissing in-between your eyebrows when you furrowed them and standing from the bed, walking to the side and lifting you into his arms.

"But Bucky-" You started as he knelt on the bed and laid you down on the sheet.

"No buts. You're exhausted and you need to rest."

You tried to protest, but your eyes just grew heavier as you sunk into your mattress. Bucky slid into the bed beside you after taking off his sweatpants, leaving him just in his boxers, and you felt the perfect warmth of his body wrapped around yours from behind, his arm wrapped around your waist and holding you close.

It has been weeks since you'd gotten a proper nights sleep.

"What about you?" You whispered sleepily, very aware of his erection pressed against your ass, Bucky laughed, his hot breath fanning against your shoulder.

He tucked your body closer to him and pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck, "What about me?"

"I didn't get to touch you." You were half asleep already, your tired voice way too cute for the vulgarity of your words, "Wanted to make you cum. Wanted you to fuck me."

"Oh honey, we have all the time in the world for that, gonna make you cum more times than you can count, but I need you rested."

You moaned at the thought, pushing your ass back against him, smiling when he groaned, "Promise?"

"Promise."

“I love you,” your words are merely a breathy whisper as he continues his slow, drawn out pace. He holds eye contact with you for another moment until his head dips so your foreheads touch for just a moment and then his lips are on yours. It’s a hasty but careful kiss, a moment of silent promises.

i can’t explain how needy this made me feel lol it’s so cute but so hot at the same time, i looooooved it 😩💗

and this part omg

“I’m yours, Buck, all yours.” Words fly out as your head falls back against the soft pillow, your back arching as much as it possibly can under Bucky’s weight. That’s the thing that makes him snap, you’d give your entire self to him and he fucking loves it. He loves you.

UGHHH SO TRUEEEE IM ALL YOURS BUCKY

Loving Him

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word count: 1k

Summary: turns out Bucky really likes hearing 'I love you'

Warnings: 18+, soft smut, way too many uses of 'I love you'

a/n: posting this and then running the opposite direction before someone puts me off writing again also genuinely not happy with the ending and haven't really proofread so apologises

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“I love you,” Bucky pants, his face mere centimetres from your own. So close, his breath fans over your face as he slowly drags his hips away from yours. Bucky’s arms protectively cage your head in, his hands delicately resting just above your head.

“I love you so much,” the eye contact is intense but you can see the love and adoration swimming in his eyes. He thrusts into you again, quicker this time, before slowly pulling out almost completely. Your mouth falls open, breathy moans mixing with Bucky’s soft grunts. His eyes drift away from yours, off to the side, for a moment.

“I love you, Bucky,” your own hands slide up Bucky’s neck to hold either side of his face, fingertips ever so slightly digging into his cheeks. Dragging his gaze back to yours and you can see the faintest glint of insecurity like he’s still unsure of your affection.

“I love you,” your words are merely a breathy whisper as he continues his slow, drawn out pace. He holds eye contact with you for another moment until his head dips so your foreheads touch for just a moment and then his lips are on yours. It’s a hasty but careful kiss, a moment of silent promises.

“Say it again,” his voice is quiet, that small piece of insecurity still manifesting but he emphasises the almost command with a thrust of his hips.

“Baby- Bucky- Fuck-“ little whimpers escape you with every one of Bucky’s movements. One of your arms slips around the back of his neck, anchoring him down, your other hand still holding the side of his face. The constant eye contact should be awkward but if anything it makes you more comfortable, something so intimate that’s only for the two of you, “I love you.”

His breathing becomes more erratic as he picks up his pace only a little, your bare chests heaving against each other. He presses another kiss on your lips then one on your cheek and his head sinks down into the crook of your neck. His still somewhat slow pace never falters once—that is until you speak again.

“Have always loved you,” Bucky’s hips stutter for a second and a short muffled, whiny moan vibrates against your skin. The sound takes you by complete surprise and instantly gives you some ideas. Your fingers thread into his hair and you kiss the side of his head before leaning closer to his ear, “you’re the love of my life Buck, love you more than anything.”

This time his hips pick up their pace and he’s panting, his forehead pressed against your shoulder and you just know he’s close. More sweet words tumble out of your mouth before you even know what you’re saying but what you do know is that they are all 100% true. Bucky is the love of your life and you know the love you share is of the purest kind, you now just need him to believe that.

“Baby- Look at me,” your fingers tug lightly at his roots. He looks a mess, hair all dishevelled, face glowing with a thin sheen of sweat, eyes barely managing to keep open and mouth slack. Your other hand grips his chin and his eyes lock onto yours again, “I love you so fucking much.” You pull his face toward yours, crashing your lips together and he moans again. That heavenly sound is something you could listen to on loop forever and it seems your wish is granted. Bucky moves mere centimetres from your lips, his eyes screwed shut and an onslaught of short moans mixed with quick pants pour out of him. The sight of him alone is enough to send you over the edge but the beautifully filthy noises he makes are enough to make you dizzy. Affirmation of your love continue to flood the quiet room, every few words stuttering with each quickening thrust.

Bucky’s chasing his high, completely succumbed to the pleasure he’s receiving. You feel your legs begin to shake on either side of him. Your hands grip onto anywhere they land, leaving white spots on his exposed skin that fade almost as quickly as they appeared. Suddenly your name mixed with any and all the pet names he can think of coming out in a chant, his forehead pressing hard against yours. Your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders, pressing your slightly damp chests together.

“I’m yours, Buck, all yours.” Words fly out as your head falls back against the soft pillow, your back arching as much as it possibly can under Bucky’s weight. That’s the thing that makes him snap, you’d give your entire self to him and he fucking loves it. He loves you.

The bed creaks as Bucky starts moving erratically, hips slamming against yours so hard the air keeps being pushed out of your lungs. Your nails dig into the curve of his shoulders as he cums hard inside you but his movements don’t slow. Not stopping until only moments later when your walls clamp down around him, forcing him to slow down. In exchange for the change of pace, Bucky’s hand manages to slip between your bodies. His fingers take over, rubbing fast circles against your clit as his thrusting turns into more of a rocking motion. Your entire body tingles as your eyes roll into the back of your head, completely losing yourself in the feeling of him making you feel this fucking good.

“I love you,” a gentle kiss to your neck, moving up to your jaw, your rigid body relaxing as you come down from your high. A drowsy smile graces your face as you look up at him with half-lidded eyes, Bucky shares a similar blissed out look. His eyes slowly scan your face before that sweet goofy smile appears and before you know it you’re giggling softly as he presses kisses all over your face and down your neck. Your arms securely hold him close and Bucky relaxes further into you, not completely resting his full body weight on you but just enough he almost feels like a weighted blanket.

“I meant everything I said,” you press a kiss to the side of his head and he only responds by pressing his face further into your neck, “I mean it, Buck. You’re everything I ever dreamed of.”

He pulls his head back to reveal an obvious blush covering his face and you can’t help but giggle. Bucky immediately shushes you before moving in for another kiss, completely silencing you.

“I love you,” the muttered words escape you between quick pecks. Loving him was the easiest thing you’d ever experienced. The entire relationship came so naturally and in moments like this, you can fully appreciate how perfect this all feels.